So I opened the cookie.
And found a fortune that was worthless. What did you expect?
But I turned the paper over, and just like in those bad sitcoms that I feel I'm trapped in sometimes, the paper read: Learn Chinese--to cough.
Ha! Such an appropriate term, don't you think?
I've recuperated from my "probable" pneumonia, Tim's lingering cough is finally almost gone, Zoe and Talia and Aaron are on the mend (I think) from whatever plagued their respiratory systems, and Melina? Well she's home today, again, while we wait to see if she tests positive for pertussis. (I don't think she will test positive but...) As you can imagine, the infinitive to cough holds special meaning for us around here.