I can count on one hand how many sick days my husband has taken in his entire professional career. Today is day #6. He is down for the count and has proceeded to take over the entire lower level of our house. At least he is sick enough that he has stayed there. He is the only person in our house who refused a flu shot. I don't know if that is what he has, but it makes you wonder.
The kids are miffed because their entire toy/activity existence is located in the DLS infirmary, so we had to improvise tonight for family activities. At AE's request, we ended up spending most of the night doing portraits of her numerous Littlest Pet Shop pets. I tell you, I do not have a talent for drawing iguanas.
I need to sign off the patient has requested he would like lights out (our PC is in the basement), plus he is starting his Fred Sanford routine again... "Oh, this is the big one! You hear that, Elizabeth? I'm comin' to join ya, honey!" He stinks as a sick person.
The kids are miffed because their entire toy/activity existence is located in the DLS infirmary, so we had to improvise tonight for family activities. At AE's request, we ended up spending most of the night doing portraits of her numerous Littlest Pet Shop pets. I tell you, I do not have a talent for drawing iguanas.
I need to sign off the patient has requested he would like lights out (our PC is in the basement), plus he is starting his Fred Sanford routine again... "Oh, this is the big one! You hear that, Elizabeth? I'm comin' to join ya, honey!" He stinks as a sick person.
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