In a shocking family development, Jason had to stop his car on the way home from work tonight to puke on the side of 28th Street.
Jesus himself could appear to me right now and tell me that this will all be over very soon and I'd say, "Uh-huh. I'll believe it when I see it."
Henceforth, any week that does not involve at any member of the Doublestein family either puking or going hot liquid diarrhea will be known as The Best Week Ever.
Off to pour bleach over my entire house . . .
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ooooh noooooo!!! What in the world???? For the love...
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