Friday, March 24, 2006
Monday, March 20, 2006
Ok--Now I feel like this week is a scene out of a zombie horror flick. My wife is sick and yacking, the other kid is puking every 15 minutes, and the youngest is running like a faucet at the other end. I'm the only semi well one in the house and it feels like I'm humanity's last bastion of health. The zombies are closing in and I only have 1 shotgun shell left. What to do?
Sunday, March 19, 2006
Saturday, March 18, 2006
My youngest girl last night was sick, puking eight times. Why is it though, on an acre of hardwood, she waited till she was on the 8'x5' area rug and the couch? Not that she planned it that way, it's just interesting how it seems to work out. I'm not sure I could even identify everything that came up; there was some awfully funny looking stuff. They could be in an empty swimming pool for eight hours, step out and yack all over you and the freshly laundered towel right out of the dryer. Oh well, she's fine now, I just can't get that smell out of the house.