At least it's not Numb Tongue

Bleh. This is the second day in a row I've woken up covered in hives. The urge to itch was so bad this morning that it pulled me out of sleep a couple of hours early and kept me awake after that. (Chances of faceplanting into my keyboard: HIGH.) I'm not sure exactly what's causing it, but it's probably either my fish oil supplements or the multivitamin. I wish I knew what it was so I could LAUNCH IT INTO SPACE. Gah. My fingers are swollen and red, my arms are blotchy and hot, and my legs are complaining about the rub of my jeans. I'm a freaking human lava lamp.

It's a daycare holiday for the Emperor, so my husband is taking the day off from helping at the family farm and staying home with him. I hope that they get a ton done today; our front yard is a nightmare of downed branches and sticks and dead leaves.

Oh! Speaking of the Emperor, I have to share with you the following conversation from bedtime a few nights ago.

Me: Stop kicking the wall, please.
Emperor: (continues kicking)
Me: What part of the word stop are you choosing to not understand?
Emperor: I am choosing to not understand the letter 'S'.

You really can't fight that kind of cute.

I'm sooooooooooo glad it's Friday. It almost makes the lava-lamping tolerable.