Texts from a sick housewife (with two sick children).

me: are you coming home for lunch?
j: yes.
me: well, you better hurry so you can see me one last time before I pass.
j: is it pretty rough?
me: rough enough you should bring some rum home with you.


If I make it to naptime, I just may post our new family pictures and our lovely Christmas tree. I sure wish I could smell it, because I'm sure it smells divine.