4.05.2009

Aaugh!



All projects are halted, trips to the flea market are cancelled, no garden center exploring, no dachshund races and no perfect burger. Jon is as sick as a dog, and I'm feeling the effects. Even if it's psychosomatic, this gorgeous day has been overtaken by theraflu and tussin.

Poop, poop, poop. 

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