A few days ago, Shea said, "You know Mom, school isn't that bad. I mean, it's not great, but it isn't too bad either." While I almost fell over, I chalked it up to the delirium of the stomach virus and moved on.
A couple days ago, Rich said, "I was thinking. We should move Cady's cage away from the doors. It's cold over there. She's been a good dog lately. She's probably just sleeping on the couch at night because it's so cold." Pardon me? Rich making an excuse for the dog? Perhaps he's still recovering, as well.
Yesterday, Rich said, "I was thinking. Maybe we could get a dog. I really like having the bark in the middle of the night thing and the kids really enjoy her." I fell over dead. Falling over dead doesn't get me out of laundry or dishes today, but I fell over dead nonetheless.