Bruce has been reading Christmas stories to the kids every night before bed. New tradition in the making.
And speaking of Bruce, just a little shout out to my one and only s.o. Thanks for manning the fort while I was down. We would never have survived the widespread carnage of gastroenteritis without you there to pick up the pieces (literally, chunks), rub achy backs and bellies and lay out makeshift beds on our bedroom floor at 2 a.m. every night for a week. Real men clean up vomit.
And so we can stop thinking about the fact that I just typed the word vomit, click on this little video below and bawl your Christmas eyes out. Or at least I did. How long do I have before I can no longer blame neutralizing hormones?
Flash mobs rule. And food courts have fantastic acoustics.
2 comments:
your right real men do help with sick family members go Bruce!
I have seen that video, and I swear I saw a friend in it. I always get nervous for the first person, what if the others don't join in? Would I be left standing there dancing or singing by myself while others try to not stare? On the other hand it would be awesome to start it because I'd love to see the shocked looks on others faces. Lets do one!!!
I just cried. I did! I am reposting this video hope you don't mind. Merry Christmas to your vomit filled home. xo.
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