Migraines suck.

I'm on day two of a migraine here and it stinks.  Remember how I was complaining about how I couldn't sleep a couple of days ago?  I slept until a blissful 7:18 am yesterday and woke up feeling like the sugarplum fairies were dancing on my brain.  The headache and nausea have teamed up to make me miserable.

It's a wonderful day outside.  My mom took the kids after we finished today's lessons.  I could be sanding down the new cage or hanging Christmas lights, maybe even scooping the mountains of dog poop.  Nope.  I'm sitting around and watching a documentary on Pompeii.  I really hope the movie doesn't suck, by the way, because the real thing is pretty fascinating.

I could be sewing, knitting, cleaning, reading, or a great number of other child-free and creative things.  Nope.  I'm watching documentaries while my pet robot terrorizes my pet mammals.  Oh, how I'd love to put Pugsley Poodle back in his little coconut helmet and teach him to ride on the robot.  He could be the keeper of clean, defending us from all things dirty.  If he wasn't terrified of it.

And this concludes the most boring blog post in all of history.