We’re still hanging in there, even as our colds hang on. Our Parents As Teachers “parent educator” mentioned that her info on this super-fun virus is that it can stick around for a month.
Hear that, virus? Your time is up! Now hit the streets!
Other than that, what can I say? Tim is leaving for a weekend of fun without us (which
should be 100 times funner than the usual fun, right?), where he will sleep like a rock for hours on end, drink bourbon and play the ponies, while I will grow increasingly
resentful unstable exhausted morose without him.
I do so hate it when we must part.
But the best part is when he gets back. Because then he owes me.
[insert sinister laugh here]