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Along with three very tasty brownies from First Class, my husband gave me his cold.

So generous, my husband.

And of course, he has it when he's home, so he can nap, snooze, and relax it away, while I'm stuck here, chasing after two kids and washing my hands in a fairly obsessive manner so not to pass it on to my children.

Am I fooling myself, or is it possible for me to contain it and not give it to them?

Anyway, I have a few random things to discuss, all of which require your utmost attention.

• Anyone else excited about the season premiere of Queer Eye? Or I am totally alone in that endeavor? Or is it not even on tonight and I'm just drunk on cold medicine and juice?
• Speaking of drunk on cold medicine, did I see twin Bachelors last night? I looked up at my silent television to see two identical men vying after bevvy of desperate lovely beauties. Or maybe it was that I was just drunk on cold medicine and juice (can you tell I'm riding that excuse for as long as I can?).
• Is it wrong that I told my daughter that the Airborne kid's powder stuff was candy? I mean, it sure smells like it. And now that I've given it to her three times today, she thinks I'm the coolest mom around.
• I'm thinking they're riding this caveman thing just a little too far with a freaking sitcom? Eek.

And finally, tomorrow is the Breast Fest. Post some recorded video on your blog if you're nursing and if not, post the montage. And if you haven't seen the montage, I'm not sure what you're waiting for?! Go over there... and while you're there, leave a comment for our friendly yet totally misguided trolls.