[She] hadn't stopped [the stomach flu]
from coming--it came!
Somehow or other
it came just the same!
You'd think that by March 1, there'd be a general truce between every kind of icky winter virus and the human race, but no. Here we are today.
Like every other mother this winter (and every mother in winters before me), I'm praying the buck stops with my little Amby, that the rest of us escape unscathed, and that he'll be quickly on the mend.
For today, I'm proud to put this little line up, once again, but for the last time:
(Along with a lot of other lovely bloggers [see the list here], I wrote seven posts in seven days this week. BOO YAH.)