Gwen turned four.
Gwen threw up.
I threw up.
Some birthday.
(however, it must be said, that life as a working person as opposed to a student person is much more friendly to sickness. Blaine was able to stay home and help us all day and it was so nice. He even shampooed the carpets. Which were in desperate need, for obvious reasons).
3 comments:
Happy Birthday Gwen!!
That was a lovely poem.
how fun... we have all had the stomach flu lately too. we are just at the diarrhea stage now, so now I just get poop all over me instead of throw up.. lots of fun.
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