Rob and I are still recovering from a terrible bout of food poisoning. We had baked chicken on Thursday night that apparently didn't agree with us. We were up all Friday night, on and off, and then have continued to rumble in the stomaches since then. Even now, my stomach is still talking to me. Our poor kids were pretty much on their own and that really doesn't work for Sarah. As the evidence supports. Wow, I have my work cut out for me. And I'm already so tired... We've spent the past 48 hours sleeping. So annoying to my normally super-productive lifestyle.
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