My mom just showed up out of the blue and took the cherubs to her house to swim. Which is good because I’m currently knee deep in planning a certain male cherub a birthday party for Friday night and a baptism for Sunday. Yeah, I’m a little behind on things. In my defense, I haven’t been feeling really well. I’ve been sleeping a whole lot. Like long naps, daily. I’m trying to decide if I have some kind of weird bug or am just lazy. Don’t answer that. (Did mention that there are head aches involved too? I throw that in just in case Jeff wants to Google that and tell me about some obscure disease I’m dying of. Also I just spelled disease without spell check. Whoa.)

In other news, I was driving to work this morning eating my usual strawberry yogurt and half listening to NPR, when I realized that they were talking about a tornado somewhere. Which is good because I thought I heard them say “3 tomato related deaths,” and in the few seconds it took me to process that, I was really panicked. My love of the tomato and cucumber salad is well documented. So if tomatoes are now causing deaths, well that was just going to sad for the cherubs when I become another statistic, now wasn’t it? It was false alarm though, so don’t worry. There are no giant tomatoes out there causing any trouble, just giant spiraling winds.