Teeth, and I'm not allowed to watch horror movies

In news that people in addition to me care about, Wehna has finally popped out her first tooth. Lower front left. The one next to it is close too, when she screams at me for trying to look in her mouth I can see it right under the gum, just no sharp nubbing yet.

In news that I find interesting at least, I am not allowed to watch horror movies any more. Yeah, we had movie night in Byron's room and watched Silent Hill. It wasn't bad at the time, I actually rather enjoyed it, but tonight in the silence of hotel graveyard shift I could seriously not stop thinking about the horrible screaming burning things. No more horror films for me. At least not until I get a job with decent hours.

We have been invaded

Our house is now full of soft, fluffy drifts of WOOL. Sheep mostly. Also llama, and some mohair. Mohair comes from goats, and it is soft and squishy. It has primarily taken over the laundry room, where I am washing it ever so carefully in the washer. The black llama had some second cuts tho, so now there is llama hair (short bits of it, anyway) all over Byron's clothes. And the light grey wool took forever to dry, so the variagated llama had to dry on a towel in our room, where it got kicked under the rocking chair several times. Then there's the big bag of dark grey wool that I'm slowly carding out and spinning in the living room. Except my spindle wandered up into Byron's room yesterday, along with several rolags of carded wool. It may or may not still be there. I do however know that Elspeth and Wehna's spindles are lying in the middle of the dining room, where I tripped on them on the way to work.

There used to be a word for what I'm turning into, but I think "spinster" means something different now-a-days. Just wait until I figure out an excuse to drive down by Lake Powell... there's a guy down there selling raw Navaho-Churro fleece for two dollars a pound.

I am so freaking tired.

First Mark had a tickley throat. No big. Then he thought he was dying. Girls still healthy, me still healthy. Mark gets better. All is well with the world. NOW I HAVE THE SORE THROAT. It is not fair! Especially given that I got to be AWAKE for the whole part where I was getting sicker and sicker, instead of just waking up half dead, because I had to work that night. Believe me, it really, really is better to just wake up really sick. That was last night, and here I am again on the graveyard shift. And church is in three hours. And I don't get off for another hour. Yeah, I'm not sure how we're going to do this, but I am very determined to get Elspeth to Primary. Pray.