And are currently bunking in the noses of all the Davis' here in Larne.
There really is no GOOD time to be sick, but I'm thankful that it happened now and not when we're headed home. That would suck.
Hazel's running a fever this morning and snotty and sounds like an old man with Emphezema. It's bad. So her and I are camped out in the living room on the couch with our blanket and pillow and cups of juice and hot tea (the tea is mine, obviously). We've been reading books, and watching Bear in the Big Blue House:A Very Beary Christmas, and Mickey Mouse's Twice Upon a Christmas.
Poor Daddy, though is chugging away at work. He has a big day in Belfast at the plant there today, and we have to pick him up there after Hazel's dr's appt this afternoon. Then we're off to Antrim to pick up his suit pants for the FG Wilson Christmas party on Saturday. Then we're home and in bed early...all of us.
Mom has spoken
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