I Just Wish I Hadn't Drunk All That Cough Syrup.

I thought I was getting better this morning after being down 72 hours with the stomach flu but I come here and see nothing but weirdo pastels and flamingoes.

I must be sicker'n I thought...

UPDATE: Just in case you're interested, the four year old, who brough the bug into the house last week to begin with, seems to be almost mended. The Missus is suffering from a low-grade version, which probably means she'll have it longer. I'm struggling back but still feel awfully weak. Meanwhile, the eldest Llama-ette was up hurling at three ack emma this morning, so she seems to be our next lucky contestant. Only the six year old has remained unscathed so far (touching wood).

Yup, the family that prays to the porcelain god together spends a lot of time fighting over who's going to clean up the mess.