Unless someone like you cares a whole awful lot, nothing is going to get better. It's not. --Dr. Seuss, The Lorax.

Wednesday, February 29, 2012

And here we go again. Second verse same as the first...

I'M HENRY THE EIGHTH I AM HENRY THE EIGHTH I AM I AM! I GOT MARRIED TO THE WIDOW NEXT DOOR, SHE'S BEEN MARRIED SEVEN TIMES BEFORE!

Ya know what is really lame? How every year at least once you get the stomach bug. I was up all night throwing up. Blowing chunks. Puking. Whatever you want to call it. I had to miss school today too! I had a test and a bunch of other important stuff that I missed! *sigh*
I am still a little queasy. It wasn't just me that was, and still is, sick either. Tim is and so is my mom. :P
Well, five of us have had it. My dad started it. So I guess this means... Five down, two to go! Yay! *sarcasm*

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