It Got Us

It got us.  The crazy high fever bug got us.  It got Belle first and worst, Moo second and although not as bad, it is still enough to make her miserable (as I type this, she is curled up on the couch asleep with a red little nose), and I feel my body fighting something...and I don't know whether I want the pain of fighting or of giving in.  Not sure...I'll keep you posted.
My folks are taking good care of us.  They have taken several trips out here to drop off children's Tylenol, soup, milk, sprite...oh, and whiskey.  My stomach literally aches over the last couple of days, and I requested my Dad's cure-all that he introduced to my Mom some time ago: a good, stiff shot of whiskey.  He brought it over, I took a shot...then took a nap...and voila!  Tummy pain is gone.  Lest any of my tea-totaling friends get horrified over this, remember that Paul did encourage Timothy to "take a little wine for his stomach" (1 Timothy 5:23).  Wine, whiskey...to-may-toh, to-mah-to.  :)