Nothing says Happy Holidays! like standing in line for four hours to have your carry on luggage inspected. It's the American Way.
I'm feeling much more better today with my thanks to my American tendencies: I went tanning. MMmmmmm... artificial sunlight and skin cancer. Awesome.
(Hey, it beats the pants off laying on the couch watching Noggin and moaning I do-on't fee-eel goo-ood all day.)
Took the boys to the dermatologist this morning, got three new potions to try on them. That brings our grand total of magic elixirs in the house up to 29.
And the dermatologist said I march to the beat of a different drummer. What the fuck?