Not a TV Star

Yeah - so based on my brother's mad Googling skillz, I have determined that the guy I was stalking in the grocery store was not Michael Rosenbaum. Too short. Grocery Store Man was just a bit taller than I am, but TV Star Man is around 6 feet.

I stayed at home with the girls today. Good thing, too, because Julie's tummy hurt most of the day. She is more verbal about tummy aches than the other kids were. But I got my room cleaned. That's a good thing. The bad thing is that I had to wash the handmade quilt on my bed because Julie's diaper runneth over. Eww.

I really need to sit down and proofread the article I wrote for my writing class. It's about Audrey and the bags. I also need to finish an article I'm working on, but it scares me. I don't know how to end it. I guess I should just bang something out, send it in, and call it good. I don't really want to do the article, but the magazine wants to see it. I feel bad ignoring a request for the article, so I feel like I need to send something in.

Stuff to do, need to go...