We got raped by Ticketmaster this morning. I mean this morning we got tickets to see Eddie Izzard this summer. I’m very excited! Although paying all the fees from Ticketmaster rather sucked. I love the fact they charge me a fee for me to use my own ink and paper to print out my tickets. I think I’d rather they just wrap the fees into the price of the tickets so I wouldn’t have to complain about the fact that every time a new screen pops up in the order process there is a new fee added to the total. Ignorance is bliss and all of that.

So. So I’m dealing with pneumonia again. Stronger, faster, better inhalers this time around. In the beginning it was cool because David decided to sleep in the nursery with Nate so I could sleep completely undisturbed. (Let’s get real for a second. I’m the one coughing. I think there was a little bit of self preservation in their moving into the nursery, but it was a sweet gesture anyway.) That was over two weeks ago. I miss the boys in my life. Sure the king-size bed allows for sleeping diagonally, but, really, the cat takes up most of the bed regardless of who is in it. So the one really making out here is the cat. That and David has taken off of work for two weeks to care for Nate while I can’t and I am noticing a change in Nate. He prefers his dad now. I’m hoping this is temporary, but I’ll admit I’m a little afraid there has been some permanent damage to our relationship. And if it is, I guess I still have the cat’s adoration.

Ps. I should shout out that while lately he has preferred his dad over me, I got called out first! He says “Mamamamamamia” and it is the sweetest sound I have ever heard. I should be working on teaching him “Dada” but I am evil.

And another Ps.  Rock Chalk!  Jayhawk!  KU!  KU!  Big something or other champs and seeded first in the NCAA brackets.  That should allow them to choke well and good this season.  Choke!