First Bubba was sick (he’s getting much better by the way), then Mom got sick.  She’s got something called the flu, and whatever it is must be bad because she lays on the couch coughing, sneezing, and throwing up.  Dad has babied her like crazy, so he must know it’s bad, too.  He makes her soup and brings her boxes of tissues.  Man she’s goes through lots and lots of tissues.

You guys must think our house is sick all the time as much as we talk about being sick.  I don’t get sick much, and Dad doesn’t either.  Mom and Bubba must just be whimps or something.

Whatever this flu is, I know none of our friends want to come over while Mom’s sick.  Dad says she’s still running a fever so she’s contagious.  If she is maybe Dad, Bubba, and I should go far far away until she’s better so she doesn’t get us sick, too.

I bet we could get one of those Outer Banks rentals Mom’s always talking about. Then she wouldn’t just be mad at us for leaving her. She’d be mad because we went to the Outer Banks without her. I say oh well. They went to Edisto without me, so maybe we should take the trip without her! That’s what she gets for being sick!