I haven't been able to get a sentence out without coughing violently over the past several days. I feel like crap. And if that wasn't enough, the car repair place decided to kick me when I was down. They got me for $600. And then my dad was like, "hey, didn't that part get replaced on your car already? If so, it's covered under the warranty and you shouldn't have had to pay." I had no idea, because I understand cars like I understand women. If you tell me I need a new B-Pipe, I'll tell you, "No thanks, I don't smoke." But I checked the receipts, and the old guy was right. The car repair place should have only gotten me for around $250. So they'll be getting an angry, cough-filled call from me tomorrow.

The only other thing I've got for you is a quick story about the boy. He has two Tigger shirts he likes to wear. One has short sleeves, the other is sleeveless. The other day, I pulled out the sleeveless shirt, and he said, "No daddy, I want to wear the Tigger shirt with yes sleeves." It took me a minute to realize that he was saying that as opposed to the shirt that we say has "no sleeves."

That's all I've got. I'm going to go cough myself to sleep.