It's the most wonderful time of the year. Or something.

It's been a long week.

I'm stressed and tired and yesterday I woke up with what can only be a rare, tropical disease. Or maybe just a cold. I don't know.

All I do know is that two hours ago I woke up dizzy and disoriented, sprawled across my bean bag chair, shivering with fever, Wii remote in hand and some show about Pompeii playing on Netflix.

I have no recollection of even turning on the TV, but unless it was one of the cats, it must have been me.

Welcome flu season!

Also, my downstairs bathroom sink flooded and the whole bathroom is now unusable until a plumber comes and tears up all the pipes in two weeks.

And I'm bloated up like a sausage.

And my kids are being less than cooperative about life in general.

And I just turned down the possibility of a nice paycheck AND free Hostess cupcakes and Twinkies because I promised I wouldn't become one of those annoying review bloggers. But c'mon...$100 AND free Twinkies? That was hard to pass up. (*Edit: I recanted. I totally caved. I applied to do it. I promise that if they let me do it, it will be the LEAST annoying review you've ever read. Money and Twinkies was just too good an offer to resist.)

Anyway, I'm not here to just whine. I'm also here to solicit! No, not really. But I've had lots of people ask if they can send anything to Will or his unit for Christmas, and if there's anything they need.

Yes, you absolutely can! Except they all leave by mid January, so it doesn't make a lot of sense to send a bunch of stuff right before they have to go. So, if you really want to send things, this month would really be a better time to send it.

There's nothing in particular they need, but treats--candy, baked goods, good toilet paper, even just a nice letter--are always welcome. If you'd like to send anything, e-mail me {brandidouglass (at) gmail (dot) com} and I'll get you the address. I'm sure his office will appreciate anything. (Also, please don't feel obligated to send anything. I'm only posting this because of the number of people who have asked.)

O.K., I'm going to go drug myself up so I can be somewhat coherent until the kids go to bed.

Adios, internets.