December 31, 2008


Fun times at the Smith house, I got sick Sunday night. For the purpose of keeping this "clean" I'll refer to the sickness as "Loose Canons" of the south descent. I was laid out all day Monday. Kenny was a bit entertained with my immediate need to run to the restroom and started mouthing as usual, something about Depends (the adult diaper) etc. Tuesday he was sitting on the couch and said "My stomach hur..." and took off running to the bathroom. I started laughing and heard him yell from the bathroom "Tamatha, this is not funny". I told him there was one word for this "Carma".

In the midst of our sickness, Chloe had also not been feeling well (not what we had, Thank God) so I took her to the doctor yesterday. Chloe and I had been in the exam room waiting for about an hour when I began to sweat. I had only a millisecond to make a decision, so I opened the exam room door ran out and quickly handed Chloe to the nurse. I ran to the restroom. I of course am talking to myself in the bathroom, "This is unfreaking believable""You've got to be kidding me". I'm also frantically perusing the restroom for air freshener.. But to no avail there was none. I quickly exited the bathroom in hopes that no one would see the violator. We finally made it home and I was telling Kenny what had happened. He busted out laughing and said "You just went in there and tore it up" I started laughing and said "What was I supposed to do, my options were limited?".

Yesterday afternoon, Chloe was so miserable (she has bronchiolitis) that we decided to take her on a drive in the car, in hopes that she would fall asleep. We were getting ready to go and Kenny said "Maybe we should get a Wal-Mart sack and cut holes for our legs and wear it under our pants". I busted out laughing and said "Not a bad idea".


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