I have to make note of the weekend Bill, Collin and me got oh-so-very sick. It hit Friday night and rocked our world until Sunday morning. We went through every pant and shirt Collin owns, every towel and every blanket.
And today is my birthday and he gave me three lovely pukes at the dinner table. But I love him so! I hope we all get better and can laugh later at the time we all thought the world was coming to an end.
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Just to clarify it was Collin giving Erin the three pukes for her b-day...
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