The Daily Show

Really there's still more to say about our vacation, but those posts will have to wait until the weekend. For now, there's meatloaf to label and refrigerate. There's baby spit-up on the floors and colorful toys everywhere. And I mean everywhere. The laundry spins around and around inside the washing machine. The cat needs her insulin shot; the dog, his ear drops. I say: turn on the TV; it's time for a snack.