"Bills, bills, bills!"

I spent a good deal of the day getting caught up with bills/paperwork. If you've been reading about my exploits long enough, you'll know this is probably my least favorite thing to do in all the world. There has to be a better way to deal with that stuff.

We've all been trying to get over our winter colds. Kathleen has been the sickest lately. It's such an odd little cold. Eyes get really red and uncomfortable. Lots of coughing and congestion. Fatigue. I'll be glad when we're over this one, but it doesn't even remotely compare with the horrible flu of last January! So I guess I shouldn't complain too much.

Keith has been coming home after his usual eight hours at Delta every night since his lay off from his second job at AAA Cooper. It has been so nice to have him home with us, eating dinner, and then crashing on the couch with the rest of his pathetic family to blow into Kleenex, cough and be generally miserable.

He's starting to feel better, though, because tonight he's off with Kristofer getting paintball supplies! The guys in our Sunday School class have been bringing their sons to a place here in Newnan to play some mean paintball. Kristofer has been so excited about it, and I'm thinking that Keith is maybe just a little excited about it, too! The guys have been emailing each other back and forth, talking smack. It's been pretty funny.

Keva has been home from school since yesterday because she started coughing again. The cold has to just run its course, I guess. She's not terribly sick, though. I caught her dumping cornbread crumbs all over her head and all over Kody after dinner. She was giggling away, finding this little project so much fun. Kody, as usual, tolerated her treatment since he was getting some snacks out of it. I was not amused, though.

Kody particularly delights in having Keith home. He starts barking as soon as he hears the door opening. And then, there he is, the first one to greet Daddy. And if Keith thinks that he's going to greet anyone else . . . well, he can forget it, because Kody will have none of it. He doesn't like anyone else getting attention that he feels should be all his. He parks and paws at any of the rest of us until Keith pets him. Kody is like that with anyone getting hugs or affection that he feels should be his. We're trying to train him out of this habit, but it's so funny that he gets so bent out of shape.