Fungus R Us

I have come to the conclusion that if my children were indefinitely healthy, my life would be far less busy.

The flea bites on Evey's head seem to not be fleas at all.

We are now pursuing possible dandruff, bedbugs, or fungus.

Please, invite us over to your house. I dare you.

On top of that, my two eldest children have consistently over time started walking like old people. We are now scheduled for custom shoe inserts with an Orthotic.

What the crap is an Orthotic?

It's highly possible I'm seeing an imaginary doctor whom studies microorganisms.

Wait, that's probiotic.

Never mind.

I have literally accomplished nothing over the past three days except for one cool picture of a tomato from my phone.

Don't dis the tomato, it's all I have going for me right now.

By the way, when disrespecting someone, you can spell it dis or diss.

It's true.

I've totally read the Urban Dictionary.

I would link you to it, but I'm not ready to associate myself with it.

I have class you know.

(Despite the possible contagious fungus my daughter might possibly contain.)

Duh.