I TOLD You All My Best Material Comes from Him

I got the following email from The Spouse this morning:

Last night I dreamt I was going to star in a new hit action TV show called "Forensic Accountant," and it would involve watching a person go through papers and make sure all the bookkeeping is proper and trying to find mistakes in accounting and financial reporting. The hero's signature line was "Something just doesn't add up here." The production costs were low as it all takes place in the guy's office and there is almost no dialog.

This afternoon I take Skittles to the neurologist to try to get some strategy in place regarding her migraines and the fact her regular headache medicine (OTC kid Advil-type stuff) gives her ulcers.

The Ohio State Fair opens Wednesday, and that is actually the only day I can take the girls as we go to Athens Thursday-Friday, the garage sale is this weekend, next week is the girls' "Days of Creation" art class all week, and then The Spouse arrives August 7, and we are off on a whirl-wind tour of scenic NW Ohio.

It's not even 9:00 a.m., and I think I need a nap.