mom's crud lingers. she says 'oh! i feel better.' she goes to work for a few hours, and then comes home wiped out. it's funny (wryly) that she does that because she tells all the people who work for her to take care of themselves. diet sprite, gluten-free pretzels (gluten-free saltines are spendy, and haven't had time to mess with the recipe), and naps.
ANYWAY, on to the more important things: she took some pictures of us today. lucy--the little imp!--was playing with her reflection in the window. i, on the other hand, posed regally.