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I feel like crap. Summer colds are the absolute worse-- thank goodness Steve is working normal hours this week and was home at 5:15. He came home, I went in the bedroom and passed out for an hour. I hate being sick. Rachel is sick. Andy is sick. Even poor little Joey seems to be getting sick.
So we got pizza for dinner. We just ate. It's time to put Joey in his crib and then it will be Andy's turn.
I think I'm going to make myself a cup of tea-- even though the thought of drinking something hot is really unappealing.
So we got pizza for dinner. We just ate. It's time to put Joey in his crib and then it will be Andy's turn.
I think I'm going to make myself a cup of tea-- even though the thought of drinking something hot is really unappealing.