I'd thought this spring I'd escape getting the death flu, but no such luck. I think Darrin gave it to me, and of course I always get hit by that crap so much harder than him. I've been curled up in bed all day with Booger, trying to get my damn temperature down--it topped out at 103.3, but I've got it down to 102.6 now, which, yay? :D? :D? I don't
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let me know if you need me to take the kids tomorrow night.
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