In one of my favorite Louis C.K. skits, he describes children (accurately) as buckets of disease, and tells a story about his daughter coughing literally into his mouth. Like, aiming her germs at the back of his throat.
At least, this used to be one of my favorite Louis C.K. skits. It's not quiiiite as funny these days, mostly because it's just what actually happens. All. The. Time. Right in the mouth.
Anyway, I'm sick. And I spent yesterday in pajamas in an effort to magically cure myself before today's nine-hour drive to Ohio, which means that I had a lot of time to do things like file and clean out drawers. All very boring stuff, I'll grant you - I'd rather talk about sangria recipes and New Year's Eve outfits, too - but I mean it when I say that getting organized is THE BEST. Literally. The best.