Once more, with feeling.

You know the boomerang is about to thwack you in the head when your youngest arrives cranky from school, searing with fevah, pointing at his neck and saying "fwoat."

No mopping needed...yet.



OK that's it - you need to pack up your family and take a long recuperative sea voyage.

To Australia.

With anti nausea pills.
Poor NTS!
You guys have really been hammered lately! This too shall pass, soon we hope\
Badger said…
Well now you've given it to me, so I HOPE YOU'RE HAPPY. I am never kissing you on the mouth again. Figuratively speaking.
becandcall said…
Well. That sucks.

And listen, seeing what Badger said reminds me: no more tongue, ok?

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