i am worthless the day i come home from working the night before.
i am still in pajamas, glasses on, looking frightful.
so quinn is finally down for the count (wishful thinking) after having what is sure to have been the biggest blow-out in history.
totally jinxed. quinn just woke up and needed to be rocked to sleep again. damn.
anyway...mike and i got takeout. because i am worthless and will not be cooking a thing today. a little heaven and hell. a giant cobb salad and sundaes. i got this one:
i'll let you know how it goes.