Noah got the first cold of the season, which he promptly passed on to me and Stan, blowing our weekend plans. We made it out for lunch today, otherwise we've been lounging, sniffling and/or napping. Stan and I are medicated, but little man still refuses to take any medicine except the organic stuff that is probably the equivalent of giving him Vitamin C and Zinc.
I shudder to think of the illnesses yet to come now that Noah is going to classes 2 to 3 times a week. As long as their kids don't have fevers, parents will bring them to class to share the wealth of germs. Sucks, dude.
Anyhow, I'm keeping track this season. Let's see what happens, shall we?
Oh yeah, Jesse is unscathed by this one. Lucky bastard. Oh well, at least we had someone to send out for food. Thanks, man.
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I can't think of anything better than being sick. I've been down for the count for about a week and a half. It really rocks. And now T is sick.
Fantastic.
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