Miserable night. Sinuses hurt. No sleep in sight.
Packed the kids up and left at midnight.
Flew home by freeway, not a crazy driver in sight.
Home by two without issue or fright.
Back in bed, slept the rest of the night.
Own bed, own house ... when sick, that's just right.
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There's a nice poem in this post. :)
ResponderEliminarI tagged you for a Six Word Memoir.
so lovely poem..
ResponderEliminarit has already toxicated me...
bumm, and i fall unconcious..