I am beginning to believe I'm cursed... or at least, someone out there doesn't want me to chat anymore. Kiddo is teething, and mega cranky, so by the time I get her to bed, I'm so pooped I've been going to bed shortly afterwards. On top of that, I have managed to sprain my wrist. How you may ask? I was taking her, in her carseat, out of the suvee and somehow managed to twist my wrist the wrong way. I felt it ping and silently cursed. The last couple days I've been making do with an ace bandage, but today I picked up a wrist brace which should help considerably. I never realzed how much wrist motion you use when dealing with a kid... been aggravating. Anyway, as soon as I can type without wincing I HOPE I'll be around... unless my friendly neighbourhood curser gets me with something else! I'm beginning to wonder who I pissed off!
Kitya
