The best laid plans...

are often destroyed by mucus and wet sneezes. That's the saying, right? No? Oh... well it should be.

Today I was supposed to go hang out with one of my very best friends in the whole wide world. Instead I'm sitting in my soccer shorts and a tee, the sleeves of which are coated in a nice layer of Mazer snot, watching House Hunters and needing tissues.

The plan was to go to Ira's, have some lunch, catch up (since SOMEONE decided to go to Seattle for freaking forever drastically cutting into our hang out time), and take pictures of Clara. Ira is a fantastic photographer. I'm always jealous of the pretty pictures she takes of her little lady, Maya. Want to see what I mean? Of course you do.









Anyway, not taking pictures of Maze today. Instead we are wallowing in our yuck, counting down the hours until daddy comes home and can help me hold down the heathen while I sucker all the snot out of her nose. Trust me. It's a two person job. I even clipped her nails in anticipation of the struggle. Meanwhile, I'm kicking back tea like it's going out of style in hopes that I will feel better for the weekend. There's nothing worse than being sick on the only days you have "off". And well, I guess in my case, the only days I have HELP.

So send us your positive vibes and cross your fingers that Miss Maze and I will be feeling well enough to get some sewing in this weekend.