I am sick and not feeling too spiffy. After several days of uselessness and a sleepless night last night, I found myself wide awake and unable to cope with reading any more internet news and I had read the comics by 3 a.m. What to do?

I decided to attempt usefulness and found a recipe online for an apple blueberry crisp. (actually apple raisin, but I don't like cooked raisins, they remind me of roaches, so I changed it to blueberry) We had all of the ingredients and I figured I could have it in the oven before the other people got up. I didn't. But I tried.

Now, here's the whole point of the story. When Caroline tasted the apple blueberry oaty crisp she said "Mommy? These apples taste like the Post Office smells." We all just stared at her. What is there to say. I'm going back to bed.

Since you don't know what to say, I will: after reading this, I will never ever be able to look at cooked raisins the same way again!

hmmm... well.. does she think the post office smells good?

I don't know and frankly was afraid to ask...so I didn't.