Our house may have to have a quarantine notice posted on the front door. In fact, there may very well be one posted there as I type this.
[note to self: check front door for official notices]
Why the quarantine? Two words. Pink. Eye.
Oh yeah, the contagion of all contagions has breached our doorway and settled itself comfortably in my son's eyes. Both of them. (Fun!) And it looks like the 3 year old I babysit has got it started in his eye too. In fact, when I took my son to the doctor yesterday afternoon after having picked him up early from school, the doctor took a look-see at all of the children's eyes, just to be on the safe side.
[another note to self: try to refrain from taking 4 small children to the doctor's office again, as it was decidedly not fun.]
So if you're looking to get yourself out of any work/school/social obligations, stop on by our house and rub your hands on various child-height surfaces and then rub your eyes vigorously. Just ignore the quarantine notice on the front door.
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my eyes are itching just reading that........
Oh, I know... when the doctor was talking to me, I kept wanting to rub my eyes. He was talking, and I was blinking - hoping he wouldn't think I had it too.
*blink blink*
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