As I've been crashed out on the couch for the last couple of days, my new neighbors have enjoyed the holiday weekend in their new back yard. With windows open to catch every breeze, I've listened to them play and romp and squeal -- and get in trouble.
Apparently one of the children is named Micah. I have yet to see him (or, if I have, I'm not sure which one he is). But he's sure been a handful this weekend:
- "Micah, I am going to count to three. One.... Two.... Micah, I am not kidding." (though since they never seem to get to three, I can see why Micah would think they were)
- "Micah, if you don't stop that right now, you are going to get a very long time out."
- "Micah, no! No no no!"
- "Stop it, Micah. Please."
- "Micah? Micah!"
The swine flu (or whatever) abates
I'm finally feeling a bit more human, and the pets have quit barfing, too, so I guess we're all on the mend. Just in time to go back to work!
I still worry that since neither Daisy nor Boo leave the house, I am the one who exposed them. To whatever it was we've had.