Dennis and I talked the other day about how bands of the past - Pearl Jam, Alice in Chains, etc - making a comeback, but today it's on me. I. Am. Grungy. Baggy sweats. Concert tee. Crazy hair.
One of the kids picked up a flu bug, and they - all four of them - have been puking regularly. Felix started around 11:30 last night, and I've been too nervous about him choking to get much sleep. I also don't have any clean clothes left so I raided Denn's. They're really, really comfortable, but I have stopped looking like a tired mom and have meandered into bag lady territory. It's kind of fun. I don't think I would mind a return to the '90s.
Grunge is Making a Comeback
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