Well, it was a rough weekend. The Mom camed home on Friday at lunchtime like she always does. Except she stayed home. And she putted on her jammies. And.she.stayed.home. It was weird. It turns out she had some sort of ick. She hacked and coughed and sweated and frozed all weekend. Then she stayed home yesterday, too. While it should have been a great day for cuddling, she had this horrible cough that sounded like she was barking. I thought she was turning into a dawg, so I quit trying to nurse her back to health (one dawg is plenty around here). Even Titus got tired of the barking cough and wouldn't even stay in the same room with her. It was creepy. We're kinda hoping she goes back to work tomorrow - all that barking keeps us awake. And we need our rest.
Oh, and as for yesterday's post? A few of our furriends wanted to know if we had gone strollering. The answer is no. A big, old no. And guess what??? Our stroller has flat tires. All of them. We might need to call Mr TF to come over and pump them up for us.
Happy St. Patrick's Day! We're off to get some Mother's Milk. If we had thumbs. And driver's licenses. And were legal. Dang it.
PS - Do you guys think