Things I write about...
Couple of weeks ago our daughter gets conjunctivitis (big word for pink eye). We both really figured one of the other kids would get it, 'cause I caught her several times rubbing her eyes and then handling something one of the other kids might touch. No doubt Cinn caught her doing this too.
So I wake up with a slightly goopy eye and figure it's just allergies, but when I got to work I realized I was the victim. I got it. I got the pink eye.
I washed my hands. I used the hand sanitizer. I refrained from groping Jason like I usually do, but he was still freaked out.
It'll go away soon. Cinn put drops in my eyes. She's nice like that. So stop freaking out, Jason.
I have a doctor's appointment today.
I hate going to the doctor, because I usually never have to go all that much...
...or you're doing a really, really poor job of stalking me.
Our Rufus is 8 today.
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