The other morning got off to a rotten start. I felt more nauseous than normal and had a pounding headache to go with it. After we got the big girls off, it was just Sam, Claire, me, and my throw-up bucket. Oh, and The Little Mermaid. Thank goodness for Ariel on rotten mornings is what I say.
Well, it turned out that I got feeling just better enough to do some running around because I'm a pretty good chauffeur like that. Still, I felt pretty icky. I walked back into the house after ballet lessons that afternoon, trying to rally myself for the whole dinner and bedtime routine. What I found was Miss Claire, gussied up in a baby blue ballgown, high heels, and a fur shawl. Of course, I proceeded to tell her how lovely she looked.
"Why, thank you. I was going to marry Sam, but he wasn't good enough for me."
I laughed. Out loud. Laughter really is the best medicine.
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