I don’t generally run a fever; when I do, it knocks me for a loop. Like, right now, for instance. Just wanted to pop in and say that Willow is fine. Thanks a bunch for all the sweet well-wishes. I told her that people all over the place were checking in to see how she was feeling. She said that the ambulance ride and hospital visit were very scary, but that last night’s doctor visit was "nice."
I need to go microwave something that the kids can call dinner. Except Lex, who can’t seem to keep anything down today. Here’s a helpful tip which I hope you never need to make use of: if someone barfs freshly-chewed banana, and bread and butter (it was his Breakfast. sorry.) all over the carpet and you are left wondering how in the hell to get the banana fiber out of the carpet while trying not to hurl your morning coffee on top of the mess, try using one of those stiff vegetable scrubber brushes and a pan of warm, dr bronner’s soapy water. Then, all you have to do is buy a new scrubber brush. Or, use it to wash vegetables for the kids who are being horrid.
Can I call in sick tomorrow? Please?