I think I finally see a flaw in my laissez-faire parenting plan: if you keep on sticking your kid's pacifier in your mouth for sanitization, one day your throat will get the sharp end of a poker. A strep poker.
OK, sorry. It was the only way I could think of to work in that lame-ass joke. Perhaps Julie could have done a better job. Just be thankful that I didn't regale you with stories of my trip to a seedy Strep Club, Or whine about how the Strep Malls are taking over suburbia, or rasp in an adorable cockney accent, "'ey, sweet'eart... a quid to see me strep?"
I'm done.
The antibiotics are making me feel better. I'll be sure to tell my dad that... tomorrow. Tonight is the last night he's in charge of Kali. He's managed the impossible, getting Kali to take a bottle of formula, so I'll be getting a good night's sleep. Possibly my last for months to come. I'd better milk it for all it's worth.
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And Kali didn't get strep? I'm amazed and impressed!
I hope you are feeling better now.
xoxoxo
Ugh... I just had strep throat... it frickin' sucks donkey balls that stuff. What's up with that anyway? It's not strep season!
Well, Auntie Sara is still learning how to get little Leah (eight days old) how to take a bottle, but really, she's an awesome little girl. Think I'm going to start a blog here.
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