Saturday, February 27, 2010

Uh oh . . . .

Ted: "How's your tummy?"
Raylene: "Fine. Yours, not so?"
Ted: "No, I don't feel so good . . . "

Guess what? Ted's got a bad case of the stomach flu. I hated leaving him last night when I went off to work. Checked him this morning to make sure he was still alive, before I headed to bed. The worst is over now, but he's weak as a kitten . . . my words, not his!