This bulliten board is a sad testament to my St. Patty’s week. I felt more like I had been transported back to the Oregon Trail game:
Sara has dysentery. You are delayed 5 days and lose one cow.
After 5 days of near incapacitation, 5 lbs total weight loss (I think they call it the “Hollywood Cleanse”), and 4 missed days of work, I scraped and clawed my way back into the land of the living.
On Tuesday, I tried to go to work and was sent home almost immediately. F4 came in for his morning medicine before I was kicked out. His eyes got big and the first words out of his mouth were, “Whoa. Your hair is CRRRAAAAZY.”
On arrival to my office this morning he told me, “You were sick. Really sick. Wanna know how I know? Because your hair was CRAZY. It looked like it came from the 70s.” Funny what kids focus on.
Back to the leprechaun. He had a torso when I left on friday. Poor FS was left to do her job and the majority of my job all week, so when the ribcage fell, it understandably stayed down. Annndd I never finished the best part. No pot ‘o’ gold with chocolate gold coins for my deprived little ones. I’m just glad I lived to see spring break. I can deal with Conan O’Bones later.