I'm counting myself fortunate that I became really ill on a day when my husband was home anyway to watch our son. Thank you, Nebraska snowstorm!
As I'm still feeling sort of crummy, I'll keep the post short by saying-teach your kids to bake a potato because someday, they're going to make someone really glad they know how. There's little in life better than having someone bring you a perfectly baked potato to eat in bed (maybe a soft-boiled egg, but that's asking a bit much).
And with that, I'm going back to bed.
Blech.
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