Man I slept like a rock last night. I mean really. I didn't even wake up when Brandon came home. Good thing it was him. I guess I could have woke up to any old stranger.
I think I slept so well because well, number one, I ran/walked three miles yesterday. And number two, Schyler and I just didn't feel well. Just couldn't put our finger on it, but neither one of us felt that great. Could have been the result of all that durned physical activity. Blech.
Then I started feeling worse after I checked my temp. I didn't think I had one, but I just wanted to be sure. About the time I took the thermometer out of my mouth I started feeling nauseous.
It was right about the time Schyler said, "Did you know I took my temperature in my hiney?"
I guess my look gave my thoughts away because she followed up with, "It's okay. I wiped it off."
I'm sorry. I just can't finish. Just thinking about it gives me the compulsive need to go finish downing the bottle of Listerine.
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I know I shouldn't laugh, but....
So sorry you are sick though. I will be glad to bring you anything you need.
ROTFL, I know I shouldn't be but it is hard not to.
I hope you feel better soon!!
HUGS
Jennifer, oh my word - I seriously just busted a gut laughing! Maybe you should keep the themometer away from Schyler's reach!
That is hilarious! Sorry :( I hope you get better!!!
You know how to tell the difference between an oral and a rectal thermometer? ............................. the taste.
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