Oh. My. Since my last post, chez English turned, for two days, into a house of affliction. Hubs and I came down with some kind of nasty stomach flu. On a good day, contracting stomach flu is miserable. Add a baby, 2 dogs, 4 cats, and 7 hens to the mix, and you've got two extremely bone-weary parents.
We're all on the up-and-up, though, and, best of all, Huxley never picked up the nasties himself
Published on December 08, 2011 10:24