The Resident Offspring came home sick on Friday and I succumbed yesterday. The Spousal Unit got the hell out of Dodge on a business trip this morning before he too succumbed to the biohazard waste dump that this house has become.
I'm hoping to nip this in the bud and contain it to merely razor blades in the throat. And hopefully the youngster will bounce back to health before we leave on our trip to Vancouver/Victoria on Monday.
The Resident Offspring and I are never usually sick at the same time, so this is the first time that I have curled up on the chesterfield and watched daytime tv with her. Three hours of RuPaul's Drag Race sure makes you forget that you are on the verge of death. What a fierce show!
The pictures that my sister-in-law and brother sent the other day also give me the desire to stay alive. They took some photos of the cottage that we are having built in Manitoba.
Come August, that baby is going to be moved to our little patch of lakefront there and we will become familiar with all the social activities that Oakburn has to offer. Let's see, there's bingo at the community hall and you can rent dvds at the grocery/liquor store. Good times, good times.