Tuesday, November 25, 2003

When it rains it pours.

Thursday night the terrorist began complaining of not feeling well and by Friday morning he was hosting a fever of 103. Thankfully I was able to walk erect by then cause this house has turned into a flu war zone. I joined him with cough and fever on Saturday so between us we've managed to keep sofa and loveseat cushions all warm and warped from laying about on them.

Things weren't getting any better so we went to see the doc today. I got a shot in the ass, Zach got a sucker, and my protests about the unfairness of the treatment went unanswered.

That couch beckons,,,,later friends.

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