I am upstairs in bed sick AGAIN. Or STILL. Or something. I remain amazed at the sheer amount of mucus my sinuses have produced today, I almost can't believe I'm eating enough to produce that quantity of gook. I capitulated a half-hour ago and snorfed some Afrin in the hopes of getting some relief.
Anyway, I just heard shouted from the dim recesses of the downstairs:
Daddy, you just don't GET it!
I don't know what it was about. I don't want to know. That is the first time I've heard this from one of my kidlets, but I'm sure it won't be the last.
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