sick day...
Well it's official. The north rudds are all sick. I think Will caught it from reading Andy's blog. Isaac got it from him and gave it to Andrea. Andrea drank from my water glass.

Ok that's the theory.
If we could market the snot our boys are producing and sell it for a penny an ounce, they could attend the college of their choice.

So we're skipping church, hunkering by the fireplace and waiting to feel better.
Andrea's sleeping the day away so she can be miserable all night at work.