There’s something in the air. And it’s bad. The last time it was this bad was 1977 when my entire family, minus my mother, contracted viral pneumonia.
Apparently, the Radish has contracted Sunshine’s cold. She could not breathe this a.m. so Mr. Style drove her to the ER; they stopped at the firehouse on the way and hitched a ride on the ambulance. Good thing we know how to get to the hospital! Nilda spent the day in bed, laid low with a variation of the disease.
Where is Jim Caviezel when you need him?
*New header courtesy of the Radish’s homegrown repertoire.