G'wan -- read Flea's post on the Magic Kitties and try, just try, not to choke up with (a) sniffles and/or (b) laughter.

I'm still working on recovering from that whole giving birth thing, being slapped emotionally across the face as the other two rugrats try to adjust to all of this, and figure out the least expensive and germy way to transport my entire family to New York next weekend (pediatrician's go-ahead pending) for my grandmother's 95th birthday.

I have very little funny for you, and not much of interest. So far this week, I have:
- mostly mastered the fine art of using the Pump In Style,
- observed a huge family fight from the sidelines (thank G-d, they haven't turned on me yet),
- listened to too much child-coughing,
- watched the same episode of The Colbert Report in three different timeslots,
- attempted to watch the Larry David ep of "Sitdown Comedy with David Steinberg" but still only seen the same 20 minutes several times,
- run the dishwasher probably 15 times,
- went to Target four times,
- changed and/or watched DH change nearly 100 diapers and Pull-Ups.

On that last, don't feel too sorry for me. Feel more for DH, who manfully takes on the vast majority of disgusting jobs around the house. He's much better at dealing with things like stinky diapers without puking than I. I rewarded him with a big bag of York Peppermint Patties yesterday. He totally deserves it.