Raphael is fine. He woke up this morning with his usual bombastic charm. Antibiotics simply amaze me. What magical stuff.
Actually, the biggest issue in his life right now happens to be the penicillin. He has to take it FOUR times a day, and he hates the stuff. Every time I walk toward him with the squirty dropper full of pink stuff, he freezes and glares at me.
“But I FEEL MUCH BETTER TODAY.”
I know, I know, baby, but you’re taking the stuff. I’m not gonna let him come down with some antibiotic-resistant bacteria that lands us on 20/20 as a cautionary tale, OH NO. Particularly not when, if you’re playing with MY score card, this whole thing is my fault anyhow.
Where was I?
Ah yes. All is well, thank you so much for your kind words and your prayers. Please return for your regularly scheduled bloggage tomorrow. I’ve been tagged twice and am sadly remiss in my responses. So.
Thank you, and good night.