I was hoping to post something a little more jolly than yesterday's sadness but I've got nothing but tales of woe coming from The Honey Hut. Tim, Goo and Savannah's cough-with-headcold-eye-infections have morphed into the stomach flu. It's bad and I'm scared after watching their decline and knowing how contagious this shit is. Ivy and I keep making eyes at one another and shaking our heads. It's gonna be a rough night. Earlier in the evening when The Little Girls were playing "bigs" (lalaloopsy girls) and before Savannah's stomach cramped up, they each put a heart next to their boys while they slept by the fire. So darling.
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