Dang it. There are four 2 liter bottles of Ginger ale in my kitchen. You'd think we were prepared for the stomach flu apocalypse. Who knows? Maybe we are. They're sitting next to the cans of chicken noodle soup and the box of saltines.
It's Maybelline this time. She does sick worse than all of us. This virus has escalated with each instance, making me kinda glad I was first. Mild. But horrified for the kids.
Especially Maybelline.
If you don't hear from me for a week, send in the national guard. I was going to say coast guard, but Tulsa's a little ways from the ocean. Make sure whomever you send brings Pepto, will ya?
Until I write again ...
Flea
7 comments:
I'm telling ya...get those pedialyte popsicles;)
Listen to Mama ..
What, no evil clowns? They may be better able to handle barf and spew than those wet-behind-the-ears weekend warriors. Besides, most of those poor guys are in the Middle East trying to settle a dispute that is several thousand years old (good luck with that one). My condolences to Maybeline. And you.
Hope Maybeline is feeling better soon.
I'll send in the Rangers(once my son becomes one) I hear they can fix anything!!!!!
Oh no. Hope she feels better soon. Everyone is sick around town here - I'm hoping to dodge it all. Yikes.
Oh--I know--we MUST have Ginger Ale in this house at alll times--just in case. But for aybelline--maybe Pedialyte popsicles would be what you need! Heck--I may lay in a supply for myself.
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