I feel the need to tell y'all that there is a mean virus going around... Poor dude had a virus for the past couple of days, which was passed on to me (because evidentally I have the immune system of a 2 year old). The result of this virus was a pitiful dude, rotation of tylenol & motrin, missing my good friend's wedding & nephew's birthday party, and hovering over the commode all Saturday. It was U-G-L-Y, you ain't got no alibi, ugly. Thank God my in-laws watched dude for me all day Saturday while I slept the virus away. (I thank Jesus for them and my parents daily) I knew I needed help when dude had to walk around with pants around his ankles and no diaper, while I hovered over the commode. Yep, it was bad. In fact, it's probably a good idea to wash your hands and break out the lysol after reading this.
Speaking of lysol, I bet an entire can was used in my house this morning. If I suddenly die, it is probably because of lysol overdose, well that or Clorox. Anyway, I pray that these dern viruses will leave us alone. And I say us, because I catch whatever dude has.
It seems as though things are looking up... Now if y'all could just help me find where my little precious hid the t.v. remote, we'd really be back in business.