To add insult to injury, I am a world-class germophobe ( even though I prefer to think of it more as an ounce of prevention). I have spent the entire flu season sanitizing light switches and door knobs, upping everyone's vitamin C intake and dousing my children in Purell every time we go out and basically, touch anything. Well, the kids are pictures of health while I am sitting here with a red nose and I'm pretty sure that I am coughing hard enough to dislodge an important internal organ. My four-year old brought out his doctor kit and introduced himself as Dr. Cutiepie (I have to agree...why didn't we think of naming him that when he was born? It makes perfect sense!). After a full examination, Dr. Cutiepie announced that the problem was that my heart wasn't pumping. Oh, is that all...at least now I know the problem. I was given a treatment plan of eating a large meal consisting of plastic play food. I feel much better now!
Despite not being able to breathe, Valentine's day was wonderful and full of love and I wouldn't trade a thing. Here is my Valentine to you...
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