Yep, the Brown family has been stricken by the plague. The PLAGUE I tell you!
I missed work yesterday. My second full week of work and I miss a day. Now they know the truth, that their dedicated activist who wants to change the world is a WEENIE!
Though not as bad as my teenage daughter who lets loose with HISTRIONICS at the first sign of a sniffle. And let me tell you, this is more than a sniffle. Poor dear was practically comatose on the bathroom floor last night. The conversation went like this:
Me: Megs, if you don't take medicine, you won't feel better.
Megan: I'm dying. I can't breathe. I can't swallow. How can I take medicine if I can't swallow?
Me: Put these in your mouth and swallow.
Megan: I CANNNNNNN'TTTTTT!
Half hour later:
Me: Just Try.
Megan: I CANNNNN'TTTTT!
Me: NOW! I'm sick too! I want to go to bed!
Megan: (Putting pills in her mouth, holding them till they melt, then gagging and spitting them into the tub) I told you I can't!
Megan: I want Daddy!
Me: I'm getting your father.
I tell you, it's worse than having a three year old. Her boyfriend, who's no dummy, took one look at her and ran screaming into the night. Actually, he rubbed her back and told her she looks beautiful even though she has no makeup, a red nose and watery eyes. Now that's a boy who wants something, don't you think?