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!