You know it’s going to be a banner week when you kick things off bright and early Monday morning by getting to work and discovering that some of the contents of someone’s nasty diaper got on your pants when Owen fought the first diaper change of the day like an angry badger and that mystery poop smell that you couldn’t figure out where it was coming from? It was you all along.

Note to self:
If you have to press the backspace button more than twice to get rid of what appears to be a punctuation mark that refuses to be deleted, it’s time to clean the monitor.

Butterfingers, much like dry roasted peanuts, are not the best choice when you’re still coughing up a lung on a regular basis.  Not so good in reverse.