Let me must say, that sitting next to a bag of Hershy's Kisses as you're trying to work is a very dangerous thing. My apologies go out to my husband, because they are (were) his.
Remember our basement flood? Well, more water got in, and we now have a team of men jack hammering the floor of the basement to put "French drains" in. I'm sitting in a clouded, dusty house while designing two gift books. This is going to be one crazy clean up job. I'm stressed, because I need it all to be done, clean, and debris filled by 6:00 when Jake gets home with his grandmother. No wonder I've had about 20 kisses. I think I need more!