So much for the Scrapbooking Party!

No go on the party. Somehow, I am not upset by this. I only feel bad because I really like my new Aunt, and would have gone just for her. The CM and knockoff purses I can do without. Neither are my style. (Actually the knockoff/discount side of it would be my style, I just can't see myself prancing around with designer anything, real or not.) Seems like Bebé picked up a nasty little bug somewhere. He & Dad-Dad spent part of the morning with me at the nail salon (my personal pampering time a la MM). Dad-Dad left to get his new ink, and about 15 minutes after we get home, a horrific smell wafts my way. I glance in Bebé's direction and see nothing but a trail of smooshed cereal (ground in to the carpet more like it) behind him. Upon closer inspection, I see what appears to be pudding creeping out of his diaper. *GAG* I pick him up to change him, and right in the middle of a fit of laughter, he pukes . *BLEAGH* I now have an even bigger mess to clean. At this point I decide "Screw it all" and decide he will get a bath. After his nice bath, I proceed to change him 2 more times, and bathe him one more time. (You can guess why.) Bebé is now wiped out and dozing all comfy like in his bed. I have cleaned the massive trail of destruction that was created today, which now leaves me to complete the rest of the MM tasks I have slacked on this week. My shower is funky ( I blame the Hubby since I have been using the tub/shower in the other bathroom all week as an experiment), I have clutter all over my 'office', and the entire house looks like Toys R Us exploded inside of it. Looks like it's a "I'm not cooking a damn thing" night. I'm so happy I was thoughtful enough (read between the lines -anticipating laziness) to freeze several dinners last week.