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Mother's Day at my house was very nice. The hubby made breakfast, and he and the Beetle gave me a lovely box of Dagobah chocolates and Season One of The Wild, Wild West. Then they took me out to see Iron Man (which was good despite a couple of plot issues that the comic book probably explained) and made me dinner at home after. It was a lovely day, so I should have guessed something would go wrong.

The Beetle started showing signs of a cold yesterday, and this morning he felt awful, poor little man. I had nearly 90 hours of sick leave (since I almost never take a day off work) so I kept him home from school. He spent most of the day dozing on the couch, until about 4 this afternoon, when he finally started perking up again.

In between bringing him cold juice, changing his DVDs and making sure he wasn't becoming a breathing emergency, I managed five pages.

I guess it wasn't all wrong today. :D