Rustymarble is a goddess.

rustymarble totally saved my ass (or, more accurately, my stomach) yesterday by braving 300 firetrucks, no A/C, and back roads without a Tom Tom to come pick up my pukey self in Skippack. I slept until pretty much now, give or take a few waking hours, and Mer rode out the remains of the day solo to sell a pretty penny's worth of jewelry.

Thank you, rustymarble! You have our undying devotion and gratitude, and unlimited babysitting creds or whatever else you need. You totally saved the day. And many, many thanks to your son for missing out on Spongebob and not being too terribly cranky about the much-longer-than-it-should-have-been car ride.