Poop.

After spending a good portion of last evening and most of day trying to find anybody to cover my shift, I must haul my butt to work in just a few minutes. I spent most of yesterday taking care of Ryan as a cold set in, and I am a combination of tired, sniffly, and headachy...not to mention I'd feel better if I could take care of Ryan instead of cleaning things at work. Oh well. Such is life.

Picture for the day: Ryan has an idea.