I don't know how accurate the title is .. frankly, don't care. Ohhh, in the past negative 3 days, I have broken up with my love, gotten back together with my love and obsessed about everything. H got hit with the stomach bug bullshit. Puking. Violent puking. On all counts. I followed her to help w the pukage (ya know, holding the hair, patting of the back) and the stench of her previous diarrhea session hit me like a ton of rotten trash bags. So.. as I puked in the sink and she in the toity, I was unable to assist in the pukage. Big fail, mom.
At this time, I just pray for a snow day. How can they NOT call a snow day. havent taken one all year, have plenty. Just call it people!!!
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