Foiled! Foiled! The best laid plans aft gang agly!

Or something like that.

The evil education department crud decided to strike me with a vengeance late Saturday morning. It's a nasty flu-like thing that knows no boundaries. Suddenly, I felt as though a herd of ravening voles had run me down - right there in the middle of Target - right in the middle of some serious power shopping. One minute I was weighing the option of purchasing the bobbing sumo wrestler car ornament for Frank, and the next I was in another dimension entirely - as though someone had dumped a load of cotton on me. Except it hurt. Bad.

But I thought I'd be OK. We could still go to NoVa and all would be well. We ran to the wine store to purchase a case of Beaujoulais Nouveau (this year's is very yummy)for mass gift-giving opportunities, and somewhere between the Merlot and the Muscadet I just about lost it.

"It" would be my breakfast.

Luckily this did not occur so Jim rushed me home where I proceeded to sleep for hours and hours.

Gotta go to work now.