Yep. I'm sick. Slap-down, icky-throat, stuffy-nose got-it-from-my-son sick. That's what you get when you get smug...
So, because there seems no end to the snot, we have to drag our sad selves off to the store to buy yet more Kleenex. It's actually surprising that we need more, considering that Quinn randomly uses the carpet, his sleeves, my sleeves, furniture, and just whatever to rid himself of snot.
Ya know, the glamour never ends...
2 comments:
Well, darnit anyway! I was rootin' for ya to beat the snots - guess I wasn't loud enough.
Dang. No fun. I just have the sort throat coughing part...
Use old t-shirts. They are much kinder to your nose than forest products. And recyclable too! Quinn is on to something, you know...he's my little tree huggin' buddy!
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