Mango Eater didn't go to the pediatrician yesterday, either. He woke up with no fever at all, and a quick call to the nurse confirmed that we didn't need to bring him in. He developed a fever later, but it broken during a mid-afternoon nap.
I have even, against all expectations, procured Salad Eater's requested Valentine's gift: Chocolate-covered almonds. Dark chocolate, yet.
::pats self on back::
And I bought her the book she's been wanting.
::climbs up on pedestal, feels dizzy, sits down::
I still can't take a deep breath or laugh without coughing. Which makes this a bad day to return to LJ, what with Spider-Man's radioactive spunk and Spaceships to Planet America all over the screen. It's a bad day to quit huffing glue.