Ugh. Food poisoning. I don't recommend it.
In lighter news, everything is in bloom, and the Bluebonnets are stunning.

Two more weeks of two jobs.
The rumors of my demise have been slightly exaggerated.

Duh. Everybody know that however many Peeps you stack, at least four were eaten by the kids.
Happy Easter, if you're Christian.
Chag Sameach, if you're Jewish.
Pleasant Sunday, for all y'all.

Wow, two jobs.
So, the lady of the house has The Dog (TM) in her lap-he likes to sniff her to check her blood sugar-and she complains that his breath is particularly awful. I asked if she could use a laser projection system to give me a visual representation of just how bad. When she asked why, I replied "Super-holographic Extreme-halitosis." With a lap full of dog, she couldn't chase me.