(a message sent to my boss)
Otto is better, but now Quin has let go of his belly's possessions. Turns out, upon further investigation, he DID eat some of his avocado. Way to go Quin!
Sarah is sick, too. I'm terrified of what will happen to me.
This means that since July 31 someone in this house has been sick. Croup. Sinus infections. Ear infections. Horking.
And it times perfectly with the arrival of Tim Tebow. If that little weasel is tying up God with round-the-clock prayers and excessive Tweets, I'll make him come here and wash towels and sheets with his tongue.
This means I'll probably be working from home. So, please, call if need be. I'll have my cell, and for only a little bit be using it to find what kind of family deal I can get on medical marijuana. 
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