Life in the Miser Mom household continues to be rich and full.
We started the week by blowing long-distance kisses to our oldest daughter, who on Sunday turned 28 -- a perfect number, because 28 is the sum of its proper divisors. In fact, L-daughter hasn't been this perfect since she was 6! (Because 6 is also the sum of its proper divisors, you know. I'm feeling very math-y tonight).
We also started the week by tending to the sick and wounded -- or at least, to the sick. N-son had a fever early in the week that kept him home from school one day. K-daughter, to the north of us, suffered from a flu that turned into a measles-like rash, and she is slowly recovering from that. J-son is still trying to drop weight for his next match, and so he's one hungry guy.
But as N-son recovered, and as K-daughter rested up, a large subset of our family went to a rousing and memorable performance of Annie, Get Your Gun. The plot is horrific from a feminist point of view, but the music and the dancing were fantastic! None of us had realized that many of our favorite show tunes come from this show, and the cast did an astounding job of acrobatic dancing and vocal marvels. If we could only rewrite the show so that Annie dumps the jerk at the end instead of marrying him, the show would be nearly perfect.
My husband went to several more protests (I'm sort of losing count; it was either two or three), and I had a long-awaited paper come out. We're in our elements, here.