martinimade

Today was supposed to be my day of fun. No, really. I decided to treat myself to a pedicure, which I felt I'd earned after the past six weeks of almost continual busyness (which bordered on chaos held at bay by only the thinest veneer of organization). Just as the pedicurist applied the first coat of polish, my phone rang. The boy had puked. And as goes the boy, so goes my day of fun.

He's fine now. There has been no subsequent puke. *knocking wood* My toenails, however, are all smeary.

*sigh*

In the good news dept., I just turned in the last of my grades. So there is that, at least.