FALSE ALARM!

I may have jumped the gun with my self-diagnosis yesterday, but I really was feeling lousy. (I did say that I'm a total baby when I'm sick, right? Well, I'm a paranoid baby when I think I'm getting sick, or getting poison ivy — seriously.) About twenty minutes after I ingested the Airborne pill last night, all systems returned to normal. It was weird to be feeling better all of a sudden, but it certainly wasn't unwelcome.

Feeling not-sick, we spent the morning at a playground where Connor ate his weight in sand, got equally as much in his diaper, and stared blankly at an old man that walked by us several times wearing a pair of disgustingly tight jean shorts (a never nude?), too much (meaning: any) lady perfume, and sporting an I-can't-believe-you-think-that's-not-scaring-small-children combover. I guess even little kids can pick out the weirdo, huh?