Oh, y’all.  I freaking HATE NaFREAKINGBloPoMo.  Mostly because I just am too pooped to party right now.

Tomorrow, I’m signed up to run the Krispie Kreme Challenge.  You run two miles, down a dozen Krispie Kreme donuts, and then run two miles back.  Awesome, right?  Except, as I tweeted about it and told all of my friends, I learned that.. um.. people were VERY serious about this.  People were training for this.  I was just going to show up and run two miles and then just smother a dozen donuts all over my face.  Running back wasn’t even in my plan.  But these people?  Dude.

So I’m considering just going to Zumba instead.

Tony’s got strep.  Which is awesome.  Poor kid woke up every hour last night wailing in pain and soaked through his pjs.  He stayed home with Bryan today since I had AN INSANE DAY and the poor kid was just cranky and lethargic.  Tonight he seemed better, but we’re …

… and as soon as I typed that, he was moaning, wailing, and soaked.

Tonight begins.