If you're going to be sick, it's better to be sick the week before Christmas than during Christmas. That's what I'm telling myself.
Deirdre brought home a cold. She gave it to Maeve. Maeve gave it to me. I told Deirdre I want to give it back to her. "Read your receipt. No returns," she retorted. But having a head cold complete with stuffy ears means mis-hearing things.
Maeve: "What is a..l...mo..?"
Me: "Did you say a la mode or Alamo?"
Deirdre: "We're at h....st..."
Me: "Did you say holly stand or Hollister?"
Mr. G: "Can you put the s....... away?"
Me: "Did you say syrup or sex?"
I should have been able to guess with Mr. G's comment. We had pancakes for breakfast.
The Battle is NOT Yours
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