Diary of a Suburban Squeen

I have discovered the best way to get up in the morning. It's not alarm clocks, or beating your head against the pillow the night before, or anything like that. Oh no. Have a small child come and force you to read Dr Seuss at quarter to seven in the morning. That'll do it every time. Oh yes. Left foot, Right foot, Left foot, Right...

Ooh, and I have to go and visit le agency cet apres-midi, which is quite scary because I will have tests and what have which will probably fail. Mwargh.