Last night, we had corned beef, cabbage and red potatoes. My son said "Mom, are we having lettuce again?" I grinned evilly. "No."

When I slapped down the plates on the table, the look on his face was priceless. I served each family member a quarter head of cabbage, par-boiled and then roasted with butter, and he looked at the wedge of cabbage and looked at me, and then looked back at the wedge and then back at me and went "MOOOOOOOOM!"

But, you know what? He ate it. After he got a few bites in, he was doing the meat and cabbage combo, or the potato and cabbage combo, and it all worked out with no threats of pooing at the table and no lasers.

Of course, last night was rather gaseous for the entire family. It was symphonic at certain points. At three in the morning, I developed a world-class headache, and by the time I gingerly sat up and got out of bed this morning, the sticky, icky mouth that results from dehydration had me standing by the sink, gulping down glass after glass of water. About twenty-four ounces later, I felt better and as a bonus, my stomach was making sloshing sounds when I moved. All the symptoms of a hangover, with none of the alcohol. I'm getting old.

We're having gorgeous weather the last couple of days, with the skies blue and the whole world green. I threw open the windows yesterday to air out the house and within 30 minutes, my eyes were both leaking gooey tears and my sinuses were all freaking out. I toughed it out for a while, but when I couldn't take the itching any longer, I took a benedryl and then promptly got woozy. I had a few hours of work left, too. I left a few deranged-sounding voice messages, and signed business emails with xoxoxoxox before I realized that I should stick with behind the scenes stuff.

This morning, I can already feel the itching starting, and it is making me craaaazy. I'm going to have to give that claritin stuff a try, and hope that it doesn't knock me on my kiester.