Since even Darren McFadden couldn't pull the Hogs out of a loss to LSU today (bye-bye again, "Boot"), we are in deep mourning. You think I'm kidding?
Also, my sinuses have me in misery. Stupid allergies. That's right, we still have plant allergens floating around, in Almost December. Stupid crazy Arkansas non-frosting weather. Actually, we had one frost, the morning after Kevin promised to send some of his Chicago cold down to us, but that was followed by several days of mid-70's inappropriate balminess that still continues. BEGONE, you misbegotten balminess!!
And if that weren't enough, my reaction to antihistamines means that I have the jimmy-leg. I absolutely HATE the jimmy-leg. It just herks and jerks and drives me crazy. Restless-Leg Syndrome, you are a useless, stupid malady. What is your problem, anyway, you jerk? HA! Get it? JERK. Hoo, boy, I'm high-larious.
Anyway, I am too antihistamine-doped to come up with anything substantive or entertaining today--although I have to record officially that Isabella has been on SUPER model behavior (by which I mean that she has been really good, as in "model behavior" qualified by a superlative, NOT that she has been purging food, throwing tantrums, and stomping dramatically up and down a catwalk or bringing home $10,000-an-hour paychecks) for the last few days, can you gimme hallelujah--so I'm just going to send you somewhere funny and go crawl into bed, where I will spend most of the night kicking my husband and blaming the jimmy-leg...probably even after the jimmy-leg wears off.
This post brought to you by me channeling the style of the inimitable JenB. Except that I'm wearing pants.