Roper keeps saying that he's going to send me somewhere to make up for the weekends that he gets to go to cons and things, but the fact that he couldn't get Julie back to sleep the night that I crashed out early with the stomach bug last week bodes badly for that happening.
I came up to look at the Airtran website and I now have a little girl climbing my back because her sister is going to hit her. (No, I don't know why.) (It seems to be one of those "I'm not bad, you're bad!" conversations. No hitting has as yet occurred. Yet.)
Oh, and a dog that I have never seen and didn't know we had ate Julie's muffin. It is now gone and she wants another. She promises me faithfully that she did NOT throw it down the heating vent.
Must go now. Katie wants to send Daddy an e-mail telling him how much she misses him.