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A few days ago, kiddos and I went to the local thrift store whereupon Anton found himself a like-new Tractor with a haycart, and animals that make the appropriate animal sounds. The farmer (Old MacDonald) drives the truck and sings. Even better, when you press the horn, it beeps and the headlights blink. For under a buck and nearly new, I thought, "What the heck?" Evil, you say? Well, the boy is on a farmer kick (must. wear. overalls!) and it kept him sufficiently occupied while I was busy with an ugly day.

I woke up yesterday to a Category 4 migraine. (yes, I must insert hurricane terminology; it's the latest thing, you know.) Evil, ugly migraine that was only downgraded by copious amounts of pharmaceuticals. And I mean LOTS of little pills of various sizes and colors. Still, I was yarking constantly all morning. The house is a wreck: the kids were allowed to do anything they wanted so long as they didn't hurt each other, burn the house down, and were quiet.

By afternoon, I was feeling human enough to meet hubby for a lovely supper. (any thanks to Solieri!) I went home with the kids and we were all out by 9pm. Except that I was still very much migrainey and I was up every hour, on the hour, to yark some more. oh joy. I think I actually approached REM by 1am and somewhere in there, jason came home. NOW I can rest easy.

At 3 am, I am awakened by

HEY! I'M OLD MCDONALD! WANNA HAVE SOME FUN? E-I-E-I-O!

Oh gosh! It's by the foot of the bed! Quick, put it in the hallway so the kids don't hear it!

2 minutes after I have discreetly curled back into bed without waking the sleeping darlings...

HEY! I'M OLD MCDONALD! WANNA HAVE SOME FUN? E-I-E-I-O! BEEP! BEEP!

Jump out of bed with my Axim (yes, it sleeps with me and makes for a lovely flashlight in a pinch). Look for the on/off switch. AAAGH! There IS NO power switch on the blasted thing! Quickly, I dump our basket of dirty laundry on it, including a sodden towel (ew!). Maybe that will work. Stealth back into bed. Close eyes.

{{muffled}} HEY! I'M OLD MCDONALD! WANNA HAVE SOME FUN? E-I-E-I-O!

Fuck.

I unearth the bastard and take it downstairs as it screams about where the damn duck-ducks are and kick it into the livingroom.

I trod back to bed. At 4am I swear I can still hear the blasted thing singly faintly into the night.

Needless to say, I'm not feeling so hot today. I really want a nap.

Sp there *was* a reason why that cute, nearly-new toy was so cheap...

{{YAWN}}