We had grand plans for our 3-day weekend - a BBQ with friends, camping with the kids (Larry, not me - my plan involved staying home with the indoor plumbing and the a/c), maybe a free Saturday evening live concert, and of course those glorious Independence Day fireworks! We didn't even know how we were going to squeeze it all to fit into 3 measly days.
But, hey - why do all that when everyone could just start coming down with assorted ailments instead? Susie is recuperating from a mysterious 4-day fever/headache that I am sure the rest of us are incubating, Theo and Brian are suffering a vicious head cold/sore throat combo which makes me want to buy myself a hazmat suit, and now Larry seems to be coming down with something or other. Naturally, our friends are refusing to visit, my chances of a day off while Larry and the kids go camping are fading fast, and I'm spending my time chugging orange juice in a desperate attempt to render myself immune to any and all incipient viruses and infections.
Oh, well, there's always Labor Day, right?
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