This time it is M's fault

I was going to write a glowing post about my new birthday laptop (No airplane taking off sounds! No crashes!) or the fact that we found our dream house yesterday (In our price range! Walking distance to the elementary and junior high schools!) and are placing a bid. But all I can focus on is the fact that A has vomited eight times since midnight.

This time the jinx blame can all be laid at M's feet. Is this winter over yet? Oh, wait, look, there are 12.inches.of.snow. outside my door.