Sunday=Sick day!

The little man has a stomach bug. Precious. I've gotten him Avgolemono soup, saltines, popsicles, jello and pear juice. He threw up the popsicle almost immediately. Nice. I just don't want the Duchess to get sick too. Babies and vomit is just a sad thing.

The Oscars are on tonight and I am prepared with Girl Scout Cookies and a nice triple creme brie along with a baguette and apples. I think I have only seen 1 or 2 of the best picture noms, but it's all abut the fashion anyway, right? Speaking of fashion, I am watching Clueless for about the gazillionth time and am still in love with fashion circa 1995. Bring it back people!