Amy has had a fever for 6 days now. Wil is on day 3.
Wil shot 39.5 degrees and the doc nodded her head and said, impressive.
I am so not impressed.
Aside from the sympathy and empathy - the poor little buggers are really suffering, it's heart breaking - I am really tired of listening to crying and moaning and whining. I may snap and do something evil.
Seriously, my head my well explode.
On the upside, I got a vintage wool winder in excellent condition for $25 off ebay and I am stoked. Now for a swift...
The highs and lows, what can I say.