Eeep! Retreat! Retreat!
I really do have a series of posts, and the second is even more than half written, but wouldn'tcha know, Friday night I came down with...
Strep Freaking Wretched Throat.
I feel tonite as though I stand half a chance of recovery, but the rest of my reality? Bruuu-ther! And please, this is NOT to disparage Dadguy's heroic work to keep the household afloat. But the man was pretty darn sick himself, with a mean cold, taking care of kids with mean colds... and all with no milk, bread, low on diapers and other vital necessities.
Only, afloat don't mean running like a well oiled machine, either.
I am thinking it may be a day or two till ya see installment numero two-o. But it's a comin'! And on a happy side of things, HEY! The antibiotics are working this time! Wheeeeeee!