It's mah birfday, y'all. And to celebrate I'm caring for two sick kids. Whoo!

At 7:09, the exact moment of my birth thirty four long years ago, I got a phone call saying my daughter puked all over the school bus.

It's almost like a dream come true. Except it's not.

And thanks to PollyJenna for coining the evocative term "Barfday". Perfection.