And I'm back!

So yeah, my kids and husband come home with stomach bugs on Monday, and by 5 the following morning I kind of wanted to die. The entire house sounded and smelled like it should have hazmat tape surrounding it for two days, and we're only now just coming out of it - seriously, it was so gross.

But on the other hand, I got to spend two days curled up in bed reading lots of porn to make me feel better, and I managed to solidify my place in the Special Hell by reading about Steve and Bucky going at it in a confessional while a priest asked Steve for his confession. I can just feel my little Catholic grandma glaring at me from above. I'm sorry, Grandma, but it was so hot, I just couldn't help myself!

And now I have to go make lumosed_quill that award for Worst Monday Ever, because she definitely won that round! (I'm so happy everything turned out okay for you sweetie!)

And now for my dilemma: to read or not to read RPF, that is the question. (I've never read it before, but this writer is so good I kind of want to propose to her, so. idk...)