My poor husband is also still under the weather. This is DAY THREE of what has turned out to be a very nasty case of food poisoning. He's sticking to the BRATTY diet: bananas, rice, apples, toast, tea and yogurt -- except he's replacing the tea with Gatorade.
And after her fourth visit to the dentist the daughter isn't feeling so hot either; the teeth filled today were molars and now her jaw aches. Looks like she'll be having soft pasta for supper.
I'm thinking potatoes sound really good.
In the form of oven fries.
To assuage my sadness that the Christmas decorations are down.
Along with my poor suffering husband and daughter.