Suck it, sickness.
We are soooooooooooooooooooo over you. Like we are never ever ever getting back together. Unless G starts vomiting (or burping as he calls it) or running a high fever again in like a day. Which would be awesome.
Valentine's 2013 of course created a high fever and leaving early and strep throat. Which is probably what the burping was. Thank goodness I'm nesting and a sanitizing obsesser. Ben and I have made it out. So far.