Well, the plague I mentioned earlier has now spread. I am hacking like an 80 year old chain-smoker and it looks like a round of antibiotics are in my future. I somehow manage to get sick with lightning speed. It's like one day, I'm fine. The next day, I'm on life-support in an oxygen tent in the ICU. I'm exaggerating, but it truly does feel that way sometimes.
You know what though? Even in my debilitated state (say that 3 times fast), I still managed to make 5 dozen meatballs for dinners this week, a loaf of fresh bread, and get dinner on the table. (Pats self on the back repeatedly)
So, that's the fun stuff around here. Oh, and Gary came home early today complaining of a stuffy head and sore throat. Lovely. Guess we need to break out the Level 5 Decon protocols....
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