In case you were planning on coming to my house, don't. We're sick. Poor Macy sounds like a piglet snorting and grunting in the mud and her naps are turbulent while I had a temperature of 104.4. That's probably not too far away from brain-melting point. As I lay in bed last night, burning up but freezing cold, I mentally created a list of things I needed to remember to do today. The more I repeated the words, they formed a shape in my mind that reminded me of one of Stella's Lego pieces. Does that make sense? Well, it did last night, thanks to my fever-induced hallucinations. And now that I've admitted this, someone is probably going to come take me away and put me in a rubber room where it'll be cold, I'll die, they'll bury me, the worms will tickle, and it will drive me crazy.
For being sick, Macy still smiles occasionally. Just not when I try to take a picture.
(Just look at how sad and sick yet adorably vulnerable I am.)
5 comments:
no wonder i haven't heard back from you! sorry i'm not there to bring you chicken noodle soup! hope you all start feeling "normal" again soon :o)
love ya!
I felt so bad for you!! If there is ANYTHING we can do let us know! Whatever is going around is a really bad one!!
So we've been trying to plan a lunch date with all the YL ladies, past and present. Sounds like next week would work better...
Booo! You need to get better. Lately I feel like we aren't even friends anymore. I need a Paige/Stella/Macy fix. :)
Oh, poor little baby. Her Nano and Papaw can't wait until Fri to see her.
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