We've been holed up in our cave with the flu bug for the last few days trying not to pass it around. I'm forming a deep, emotional bond with my trusty can of Lysol. I just might write an ode to it.
But, it's not completely fool proof. When I asked Ricker how he was feeling this morning he replied, "I'm totally buggin'!" Poor baby.
I'm buggin' too. Sick babies, housebound for days... We're climbing the walls with cabin fever! At least they're all feeling a little better -- enough to whine and squabble, which is a good sign!
It's a sea of Kleenex, and cough syrup, and thermometers over here, but, don't come over with chicken soup, OK?
We don't want to bug ya!
Edward John Carnell, 1919-1967
1 day ago