Okay, it looks as though we are pulling out of the fever/sore throat/head cold thing Susie and Brian contracted. We still haven't figured out what was wrong with Rachel, but she spent an entire night in the middle of last week threatening to throw up.
We sure know how to have fun as a family.
has left on business again; but that's okay with me, as I expect him to come
down with this lovely disease any minute now. He was the one who pulled
bedtime duty with Susie for the past week, as she simply did not feel
her purpose in life could be fulfilled without her being able to breathe and cough all over one of us all
night. I myself slept in the spare bedroom. Sauve qui peut, I always say. Because I like to show off my French.
"What were you doing out so late?" Larry asked this morning, slightly irritated, seeing as how we have caught barely a glimpse of each other all week, what with his work demands and our sick children and Brian's Boy Scout trip.
"We were talking," I said. "So you don't have to."
You know, he didn't even try to argue with that.
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