Darling, does the word 'plagiarism' mean anything to you?

This morning I got an email from ####, our airline from last week, apologising for our lost luggage again (not a personal email, no, yet another "this is an automated message" and we were warned not to reply to it as they would not receive it. Ha.). I found this odd as I had not sent them an email. I scrolled down to the original message and it was my blog entry from last week, cut and paste in its entirity!!! Adam dear, next time you rage against 'da man', how's about letting me know first? Then next time I can really put together something to make 'em quiver and, hopefully, break down into tears and beg for us to take a complimentary round the world trip, or something?

In the words of Greta Garbo...

"I want to be left alone" It's been a very hard past 48 hours here. Riley has been a little terror in the nights again (don't ask me why. I'm so past beyond comprehending I'm considering asking an Oracle or something). On the topic of poos (yes, again, sorry) Keira hasn't gone for the past two days, which for her is highly, highly unusual. I don't think it helped that Adam was pressuring her "have you done a poo? go poo!"--but you'd have to ask him to get his side of the story--but hurrah she went this morning. It's no longer "stuck in my tummy". All of this, plus my own nose-bleeds and headaches, low milk supply (three guesses why after considering the above) and general lethargy, and you can see why taking to my bed for a week seems most tempting.