Isn't it crazy how you still remember all the lyrics to every single Michael Jackson song, even if you haven't heard them in YEARS? Or is that just me?
And I best remember Farrah Fawcett from that movie TV movie Small Sacrifices that was based on the book by Ann Rule. Remember how the Duran Duran song "Hungry Like the Wolf" was playing on the radio when she killed her children?
And of course, Ed McMahon. 2 words: Star Search.
Middle is sick. Fighting off some sort of virus. His temperature hovers around 100-101 degrees when he's not sufficiently dosed with Motrin. We've had 2 pretty sleepless nights now with him. (The good news: No nighttime accidents because he's been up frequently.) But how is it that he's sick when SCHOOL IS OVER??? Where are these germs coming from?
Eldest is getting a special treat on Monday in that he's flying to Baltimore with Hubby to attend a Sox game there. Luxury box seats. Hubby is flying for business. They happened to have an extra ticket, so Eldest was graciously invited. I have been harping at him to STAY AWAY from his brother so he doesn't catch 'da fevah.
This morning after I checked Middle's temp, Eldest said, "I wanna see it." Silly me, I assumed he just wanted to read the numbers on the thermometer. So I went about my business getting some medicine to give to Middle. Next thing I knew, I heard a beep and then Eldest announced, "Mine is 98!" OF COURSE he had stuck the germ-ridden thermometer directly into his own mouth. Of course.
On Wednesday after we told Eldest that as a special treat he would be flying to Baltimore with Daddy, he carelessly knocked a glass of (my) red wine off of the coffee table and onto our dark blue carpet. Google told me I should blot it and then use a 3-1 mixture of baking soda and water to treat it and then vacuum it up. Did that. Didn't work so much. The stain still looks AWFUL.