I’m not quite sure where we picked up “teh plague”. But we did.
Darling Tori has a coupy-cough and runny nose. I decided last weekend that I wanted to join her (for some unknown reason). Last night we sounded like a chorus of barking sea lions between 2 and 4 a.m.
I am tired. . . but we will survive.
Although I have to wonder how Dad is holding up since Tori was a mama’s girl all weekend. . . poor guy.