I've been avoiding it like the plague...no pun of course. I came home last Thursday evening to find a tin of Sucrets sitting on the kitchen counter. I whirled around to find the first person I could, grabbed him by the shirt collar and demanded, "WHO'S SICK?" Turns out to be the boy. Damn him. I've been tip toeing around the house with my can of Lysol in one hand, and Clorox wipes in the other. (No, I'm not working promotions for either of those companies. Although...)
So far I've been pretty successful at avoiding it.
And now my Dad is sick.
Fan-frickin'-tastic! I'm staying in a hotel for a week. Just until Angie's wedding has come and gone.
One week folks. One week.
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