Don't C'Mona My House

Unless you want to get a nasty bout of stomach flu.

Things are not lookin' good around here. So far Mr. Blue Eyes and I have avoided it, but we await our fate with trembling and fear. From what we've seen the kids go through, we're not looking forward to going down the same road.

The road that leads to the toilet.

Or the garbage.

Or the puke bowl.

Whichever is closer.

I do have to say, however, that I'm thankful both my kids are becoming quite good little pukers. They usually hit their target.

Needless to say, my interview with Mr. Blue Eyes hasn't happened yet. Oddly, between tending to puking kids, I just haven't been compelled to ask him to sit down with me and let me explore the inner workings of his mind. It just hasn't seem to come up.

And that seems to be about the only thing that hasn't come up.

Speaking of which...

Feeling a little rumbly and queasy.

Better go.

Comments

[Flying Jae's Mom]

What is the deal? Sickness is just going around like crazy...it's this lingering winter business! My kiddos all picked up slimy noses and coughs. Not cool.