Behold: my very own external representation of what I and everyone in my household save the dog felt like inside and all over up until like yesterday. Amazing, isn't it? I used the well-worked actor muscles in my highly trained actor face to transform my stunningly handsome visage into the odious beast now staring back at you one-eyed and slackjawed from your monitor.
But seriously folks...we been some sick mofos around this joint. Hence my lack of bloggitude as of late.
This shit hit me last week around Thursday, which was the day after The Ash got sick, which was the day after Henry got sick, which was the same day that said Ash took said Henry to a playgroup peopled with other people's sick babies and other people's sick babies' germs, many of whom were looking for some new digs.
Now it's not that I blame people for bringing their sick kids to playgroup. Sure, if I had my 'druthers, they wouldn't do it, but I understand that sometimes grown folks need the company of other grown folks in order to maintain sanity. I got that part down. What I don't get is why in the hell little people germs have to be such relentless purveyors of destruction. I swear, playgroup sick is a whole other level from regular sick. These are mutant germs, the ones who are banned from mainstream germ society for their strange mutant powers and now go to Professor Xavier's School for Gifted Germs...the germs who haven't yet learned to control their powers. This shit moved in and stayed like some kind of occupying force and would not the fuck go away no matter how much we told it we didn't want it around.
It seems to have finally gotten the message. All Holmeses present and accounted for, and of reasonably good health. Glad to be handsome again.