I'm home sick today, and it's worse than chicken pox.
Why is it worse than chickenpox?
Because I feel groggy and can't even sit around connecting the dots on my arms and legs because there aren't any. Can't cheat and still lose board games with my sisters because they're not here. Can't miss school because it's a Saturday.
And as much as I love to blog, I'd rather be doing a billion other things while feeling a zillion times better than dozing in and out, propping my eyes open with The Man Book and popping Alka Seltzer tabs like candy.
Morgan and McKenzie aren't picking up their phones and I'm at home feeling sorry for myself because I'm sick worse than chicken pox.
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