Sick and tired

Poor Carter is under the weather. It might not have helped that at Uncle Keith's wedding this weekend, he partied until he dropped.


Coughing, runny nose, loss of appetite, majorly grumpy... He was in whiny, contrarian mode. "Want juice. Or milk. Or juice... I don't want to take a nap. Want to listen to cd..." All day long. But tomorrow is not just another day, it will be a historic day, and long-awaited. (I am daring to be optimistic here... I will exhale tomorrow.) Is the nightmare really, finally over?