Yesterday, Noel and I ended a date in the ER. You could say it had been “one of those days.” There’s that saying that bad things come in threes and if I count only the major offenses of yesterday, that seems fairly accurate to me. The day started out innocuous enough. We slept in and were lazily making breakfast. (Oh, summer, we will miss this part of you!) One of the kids wanted to let the cat out and I…
There may have been a time or two when I’d complained about how I don’t really get sick days in my line of work. Generally, when an illness sweeps through the family I still have to at least perform basic work duties because if I don’t, people die. Well, complaining about that was such a bad idea. Right on the heels of my last karma slap, I became terribly ill. The fun kicked off with vomiting and was followed by…