Well...at this time, Daddy is sick. He must have caught mommies "germie's" from a weekend of fighting off fever's. It's my turn now to run to Wally World and buy HIM a box of Theraflu because tonight.....
He will not sleep good in a box
So let me roar on outta here and get my motor runnin', head out on the highway....Lookin' for some action, or whatever comes my way....Like a true nature child....I am bound for the painreliever aisle.....so my husband doesn't DIE...Born to fix my OTHER child.......(daddy).
Signing off from Sick-a-saurus Rex-ville