Sunday, December 28, 2008

Threepeat Was Not To Be Moved

My wife is now home and surprisingly perky. Five liters of saline over 24 hours will do that. Dehydration is a bitch. The baby remains firmly ensconced in womb.

Thankfully, my mate's recovery means I can retire quietly, to my room, with my trashcan, to die.


Blaize said...

Have a good death. See you when you resurrect. It is a season of miracles!

So glad that the threepeat knows a good thing when he/she sees it.

Steve said...

Okay, I was going to complain about the sand-fly bite I got down in Florida last week, but....

Most relieved that Mrs. Pop and baby to be are doing better!