Tongue-twister.

Yucky weekend. Ben and I have colds of some sort -- his much nastier than mine. Olivia seems slightly sick. At least she's using it as an excuse for extra tv. Lisa is frustrated that her mom immunities are protecting her once again and she can't be whiny like the rest of us.

Maybe the fever is getting to me. Aw, I can't blame that. I actually made this up a few days ago.

Tongue-twister of the month:

If you're about to get a very personal citrus-scented colonic from a cnidarian competitor, then...

That's an intimate imminent anemone enemy lemon enema.


Try saying that one time fast, much less three.

p.s.

If you're wondering about the cnidarian thing, thanks to wikipedia, I discovered that is the appropriate phylum for anemones. Okay, if I can't blame it on the fever, I can blame it on cold medication.