Last night in chat I jokingly asked for prayers for lightning to get out of my son's swim meet. BAd Mommy, no biscuit. The instant karma result was vomiting at 3:30 am. Lovely way to wake up, the sound of a kid puking.
Well, at least I get to sleep until the next round. It is also the first time I called anyone at 4:15 am. had to let the meet director know we wouldn't be there. Man was I glad I called the right number. Can you imagine what that wrong number would have sounded like. New words would have been invented on the spot, none of which could be repeated on a family forum.
night-night
Karen

night-night
Karen