There is young man standing next to me making retching sounds. He’s doing this because he was asked not to keep demanding his balloon game, which he would like me to vacate the computer for him to play.
So here’s the news that’s fit to print:
Will’s mom is in town for the weekend. I still feel like crap. Today we climbed some rocks, flew a kite, ate sushi, and bought big girl underpants for a certain little girl.