The tree’s body lay on the living room floor for about 24 hours before I performed some drastic surgery with a cordless drill and some photo-hanging wire, restoring just enough of its health to prolong its life through the Christmas season.
While the tree was getting better, Wanda and I were getting worse.
My throat hurts. I have an earache. Wanda is coughing and sputtering like a hoopty old car with a hairball. Her nose is full of fluids and so is her eardrum. She has her first ear infection. So, at less than three months of age, she’s starting her first round of antibiotics. Yippee!
I’ll tell you this though, she’s the jolliest little sick person I’ve ever known. She will cough, sputter, splurk and sneeze and then look up at me with her little red eyes and grin. Makes my whining seem a little pathetic. My nose isn’t even running. I just don’t feel good. It’s kind of sad when you have to look at your infant for advice on coping skills.
Dan’s been fighting a sinus infection for weeks.
Magoo’s got an on-again/off-again relationship with a nasty cough and a fat boogie nose.
I’m fighting a sore throat.
Wanda’s rocking her cold and ear infection.
Laylee is the last man standing. I’m just waiting for her to come down with a mild case of the ebola virus.