Last night my bloody teeth ached so badly that I could have sworn one of those annoying little keebler elves was wedged firmly in mouth with a tiny sledgehammer, wacking away...ah, the joys of intense SINUS pressure. Thanks, little germ. Apparently it's not enough that Charley spent 2 days throwing up, 3 days with a fever and 3 days sleeping half the day away...it's not enough that Mercy sounds like a 75 year old smoker in a tiny body...it's not enough that poor Sammy puked up his entire breakfast on me yesterday... STUPID LITTLE GERM.
Here's my toast to the New Year.
GO AWAY LITTLE GREEN GERM.