Man, we are in it deep. Finals are in 2 weeks, Matt's sick, the baby's still sick, I'm getting sick, the house is a wreck, and there's a snowball's chance in Hades that our Christmas cards will be out on time.

Kayla, Mary, if you're thinking the flat will be clean when you get here, you had better adjust your expectations, since I'm hoping to sleep for 72 hours after exams are done.


Does anyone want to come over and help? We'd feed you leftover pumpkin bread pudding.