I have been beyond excited, looking forward to our vacation to the beach on Saturday. Seriously? High of 73? Yes, please!
However, yesterday Reese came down with hand-foot-mouth disease. Pictured here,
isn't that lovely? Not to be confused with hoof-and-mouth disease, pictured here.
It's super contagious with symptoms of high fevers, miserably sore mouths / throats, rashes, fun stuff. I'm guessing the other two boys will have it soon. I figure the beach is as good as any to recoop from this.
This coincidence made me think of a phrase that comes to my head often. In my hope chest, buried below my precious (creepy) porcelain dolls
is one of my most favorite possessions:
a shirt my brother Jake gave to me for Christmas in 6th grade. He got it from Old America and it was my favorite; I thought it was hilarious.
So, in cases like this, I can't help but think:
Exactly, cartoon shirt, exactly.
