so. this is my humble pie. what i am good at? huh.
i had a sick kid all weekend, who was taken to the beach by his dad on a last gasp summer/fall day to have a blast and fall stricken with fever into his mother's arms when said beach day was done. this continued.
said mother is COVERED in poison ivy that has not appeared on any of the children, but is ransacking the sanity of the mother as we speak.
said sicko is home again today, after three days of school, because of a rash and some 'funny' behavior this morning. He ate the last of the summer/fall strawberries from california last night in his mother's last ditch attempt at savoring the foods of the summer.
'h' - he is helping me now by typing letters, quotations added by me later to great dismay ...
I am beseiged by the slightly ill.
can you feel all the 'last ditch' going on over here?
I'm working my way out from underneath a pile of crap in said ditch.
'said' is woefully underdeveloped, don't you think? My humble nature is exposed for a fearful one, full of face rashes and recognition of 'off' .... ho hum. welcome to it.