Supper is in the oven and the kids are cranky.  The older one has a head cold.  I think he's had about 4 of those in the past month.  The younger one has cabin fever and wants me to drive her to the movie theater so she can drool on herself while watching Zach Somebody Wanna-be-Thespian in an overpriced Warner Bros production.  Those kids need to find an income.  I knew for sure that there is a God in heaven when she announced that I do not have to attend with her, as I did the Hannah Montana movie last week... I would rather peel my fingernails off backwards than go through that again.  Actually, I must say, the movie itself wasn't HORRIBLE, but its the "crowd" that I can't take.  I should have brought my MP3 player...