On the Second Day of Blogging, my loved ones gave to me...

Twoooooo barfy toilets...
and a cartidge of my printer's ink.

On my first day of blogging I had a sick four-yr-old and lots to do.
On the second day, my wife came home from work and began ridding herself of virus faster than Norton or McAfee...

Then our 12-yr-old comes home...but he waits til after midnight. I thought he had rushed out of his room with dirty dishes because I heard him spill a whole glass of something on the bathroom floor--I heard it land like a bucket of mop water (the mop water comes in later...) Then I realized he rarely volunteers to bring dirty dishes from his room and he never rushes when it does happen. Then, I heard it again, with a grunt as if he were bent down picking up his dirty socks, but I thought better quickly and jumped from my slumber. Needless to say I was glad Olivia was well yesterday. Right up to 9pm when, after allowing her to fall asleep on the couch, she rewarded us with changing the color of the living room carpet.

Today...everyone has been fine: Fine as frog hair, as my brother Ray, would say.

But what lurks for the blogger after the moon comes up? It's shaped like a sliver of undigested green pepper, you know.