We are on day seven of the plague over here. After we came home from the cabin, the kids got sick. The husband got sick. God spared me for the sake of my family, I’m sure, but people, my battery is exhausted. Funny little story, all seven of the other kids that were also at the cabin have been sick all week and some parents too, that is not the funny part. This past weekend, when we found out, someone suggested that it might have been caused by the bat feces that was swept up from the deck, where they all played. Well, upon hearing such possibilities, we took a trip to the doctor, who wore a face mask and scared my children, just to be sure that we were not going to be the origin of the great bat feces pandemic of 2012. I mean, I watched Contagion, it happened here in Minneapolis. For twenty-five minutes in the car and in the waiting room, we entertained ourselves with the hypothetical events that would happen if in fact the great bat pandemic of 2012 was real. Of course, it was only funny in our exhausted heads. And as it turns out, the real problem is four little infected ears.
The doctor humored our inquiries about the diseases caused by inhaling the fungus found in bat feces (how disgusting was that sentence?), and I’m pretty sure he searched WebMD or something. I mean, I already did that. He tried to get H to talk to him, which of course he didn’t, because he not overly conversation with strangers, especially people wearing masks. And then went into a full monologue to the baby girl about the flowers on her shoes, so he could check her ears and eyes, she fell for none of his tricks. I don’t know, again, maybe the mask?
Alas, the verdict was nothing that will ever be make it in the history books or future documentaries.
Miracle of miracles, they are willingly taking the medicine, which is now recorded for all time and I know this has to end soon. We are going to make it! Until I have more eloquent words, some photos of items recently added to the shops.
His name is Thatcher and he’s new in shop. Feel free to visit him here.
Stripes. Hood. A touch of green. The Finley Hoodie.
This lovely winter jacket is made from 100% French wool. The Claire Jacket.
I’m sorry for the sentence about about the fungus and bat feces. The end.