The sickness lingers. My system fails. I feel like puking.
But today I rallied and made supper anyway. The kids screamed -literally – around me. It was in joy and mirth-ful sounding, but still.
Anyway, as I stirfried chicken that I really didn’t want to smell, Max announces from my side, very helpful like, “It smells just like dogfood.” I must have given him “a look” because he shrugged and smiled. “Well, just a little like dogfood, but like it.”
P.S. I did not eat it. I came to bed and let my hero/husband do dinner and then take the kids to Sam’s Club. I love him!
