We were supposed to go to Vermont over 4th of July, but Murphy was really sick. Then a couple of weeks ago we were supposed to go to the Cape and Tom got really sick (which is unusual for him...he had a high fever for a week. Very weird.)
We have been hermits all summer. Murphy is afraid to go to the pool since the last time he went he had a fever (I didn't realize it) and felt freezing. So now he equates the pool to extreme cold. Even when it is 88 degrees out. He is our 'outdoor hiking guy' and he won't go outside anymore. Plus he wears his pajamas all day long and I let him. I just don't care anymore. He can wear whatever he wants when we go out. It used to be a bumblebee costume. Now it is an oversized Black Dog t-shirt. Whatevs.
We are nearly all packed and ready to go tomorrow morning to Vermont for 10 whole days. Murphy says he doesn't want to go because he thinks he is going to get sick in the car. And Jack threw up tonight.
On a different note, I am going to jazz up my blog later this month. I think I may go the whole 'get fit' route since my weight seems to take up so much space in my life and mind. Stay tuned.
