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The Plague Has Arrived

Sickness has arrived---just in time for Fall!

It started with Daddy a little, then moved on to Ashley. She stayed home from school today. Then I got a phone call from The Boy. He was so sick he could hardly talk.

This may be punishment for his mistreatment of me, but I won't mention that to him until he's healed of course.

"See? God will strike you down if you're mean to your mommy"

Here's Ash on the couch all passed out and icky. Let's hope everyone heals up before Sunday because my in-laws are jetting in for the weekend!

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  1. kelly11:39 PM

    i'm sorry.
    a couple of mine have soar throats and i keep pushing the vitamin c.
    all those germs at school...

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  2. Dave12:41 AM

    I hope you disinfected your computer before posting this. We don't all want to catch it, you know.

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  3. Unknown11:10 AM

    Kelly yes! I blame their little petri-dish schools for this each year. They are all closed up with everyone else, coughing and sneezing and ugh. Now I just hope my father doesn't catch it. Not good for a 76 yr old with heart issues to have.

    Dave, I disinfected twice, just for you! Just say no to computer virus attacks!

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  4. Paige12:41 PM

    We've had a small bout of sickness but not this one yet, I really hope we can avoid it for a couple more weeks until after my mom-in-law is gone.

    Poor darlin' on the couch.

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