Momma Said Knock You Out

Just lost a fight with Mike Tyson. By a fight I mean a trip to Target and by Mike Tyson I mean a toddler and a preschooler. No one bit my ear off, but I wanted to eat my children and be done with it by the time it was over. The youngest was spitting up like old faithful at regular intervals and the elder was picking at my tattered spirit with constant whining and peppering me with questions that can either not be answered by anyone or that she already knows the answers to. To top it off, I got a call with some results from recent blood work and the Doc says I have a vitamin D deficiency. WTF? So now I'm going to get Rickets or something, perfect. I hope vodka has plenty of vitamin D. If not, I'll just drink some and pass out in the sun for a while as the UV rays are supposed to help. Oh wait, there won't be any sun in Chicago for the next 4 months or so.