Thursday, May 19, 2005
It's Just Like I Told You
My husband has a wedding in Florida this weekend. We won't see him until late Monday night. Not even fifteen minutes after he was gone, our 3yo started to barf her head off. I'm washing everyone's hands like crazy. I'm so terrified that we'll all get it. While he lies on a warm, sandy beach. I don't know how he does it.
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Watch it...we've got strep throat going around the volunteers in the barn. Teenagers are dropping like flies. Take care of the kids and you.
I'm only having kids if they'll sign a contract promising never to barf. Unlike most people, I find vomit pretty gross.
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