Deep Breath . . . Okay.

Well, the boys are feeling much better. Thanks for all your thoughts and well-wishes. The fevers are gone and although the pink eye remains, my Dr. assures me that the antibiotic they're on will take care of it. Now I'm not going to talk about the fact that I have somehow contracted what looks to Dr. H* to be a very nasty case of tonsillitis. It is so yucky, in fact, that it caused him (who looks into yucky mouths all day) to say, when he looked in my throat last night, "oooo, baby, that's really bad."

Yes, I know. I know because I am completely unable to swallow. Or speak without pain or fear of pain. So I am living off of otter pops, yogurt, ice cream, raspberry herbal tea and lots of milkshakes (don't worry, mom, we're supplementing Miles). I'm not going to dwell on this lest all you readers think that my family lives in some sort of germ-infested cess pool of a swamp down here. Nobody's family should be this sick, I mean, seriously! Who gets sick this much??
It should clear up in a few days, and now I can actually start getting ready and excited about our upcoming trip!

Here's the thing, we're leaving Neal here for 11 days all alone. I know, we're terrible, but we have lots of people to see in California, plus we really want to go on the new Finding Nemo ride at D-land! Remember when I went to Arizona and Neal was a guest blogger and how much we all loved it and looked forward with bated breath to each post? I remember that, too, but somehow Neal's not feelin' the love. He doesn't really want to be flowerchain's guest blogger again because he thinks he has nothing to say and that it's too much work. :(

I think he needs some convincing. Let's think . . . what can Neal blog about this time? Any ideas? Questions?