Six in the morning:
GRANDMA! I NEED YOU!
Summer announces, “I felt sick and ran to the bathroom and didn’t make it and slipped in the vomit and then . . .(something, something, something) . . . in my pants.”
Okay . . . if this is is going to be the Ghost of Three Days before Christmas, is he going to knock on my door as well? Actually, I was awake before the call came – thinking that I didn’t feel quite right. Please, please, please, let it have been the early morning drearies. I made it through the massive clean-up and starting of the washer, so I hope that’s a good sign.
If you don’t hear anything more from us here at the Peanut Butter Cafe & Roadhouse, donations of laundry detergent and dry toast will be appreciated. Just leave them by the door.
Oh……. Ewwwww
So sorry.
I will postpone that visit for a while and keep my distance this week. 😉
I do hope you all start to feel much better VERY quickly with a minimum of “events”