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Dec. 18th, 2007 08:35 amDominic came down with stomach flu on Wednesday and early Thursday morning we made our very first trip to the emergency room. They gave him a popsicle, a power-ade, and an anti-emetic. I'm not sure if the anti-emetic worked or if Dominic was just empty, but the puking stopped then.
On Sunday, I started puking. Stomach flu sucks. I'm feeling better today and I'm back at work, but my tummy is still killing me.
I talked to Justin about the stone situation. He reckons Michelle thinks that the ground on that side of our garage is her property. It's not, but it explains why she was so unhappy to find out I'd buried Sabby there. I should pull out the surveyor's report and go over it with her. Hopefully I can *find* the surveyor's report.
On Sunday, I started puking. Stomach flu sucks. I'm feeling better today and I'm back at work, but my tummy is still killing me.
I talked to Justin about the stone situation. He reckons Michelle thinks that the ground on that side of our garage is her property. It's not, but it explains why she was so unhappy to find out I'd buried Sabby there. I should pull out the surveyor's report and go over it with her. Hopefully I can *find* the surveyor's report.