Sick as a (Curt) dog

Eeeww. We have been very sick. All four of us. Not just 'I have a cold' sick, but 'I have something seriously wrong with my insides' sick. It started with Jed, as always, he is the first to warn us of the horrors to come, followed by Frannie, Curtis and lil' ol' me to bring it all together. It is not fun, but there was something about today that made me happy. Maybe it was that Curt had to stay home from work, so he laid around with Win and was first to grab the bucket when she started making her 'uh-oh here it comes' sounds. Maybe it's that all the puke laundry is finally done. Maybe I know we are through the thickest part of the fog. Sickness is so strange the way it just comes in and takes over, and when it is gone all you can remember is that is was miserable and smelled terrible. Well, good riddance- don't you come back no more, no more, no more, no more. (Yes, that last line must be sung, so if you didn't do it, go back and do it again.)