Send Fluids, Stat

So the Quills are kind of off these days.  Apparently, there are all kinds of strange and mysterious illnesses floating around.  Ava is taking care of the croup (croup!) and her eleven year old (seriously, croup!).  Who ever heard of an eleven year old with croup?  I’d think she was making that up if her little man wasn’t feeling so poorly.  

Isabella, who has been home for days and days with the sickly Pie, is now dying a slow and agonizing death of her own.  Not so near death, however, that she can’t made crank calls to 911 and have fantasies about how to get firemen to come to her house.  I’ll leave that to her to explain to you. 

I thought my house had been fairly disease free until I recalled the Great Puking of Friday Past.  That is how I refer to it in my mind anyway.  I won’t go into the details here, really no one needs to relive that with me, just the thought of recounting it makes me gag.  But never fear, The Bandit was fine to play his first soccer game on Saturday.

All I know is that I don’t want any of it.  I’ll just cocoon myself in my office with a dozen red velvet cupcakes from a certain cafe I know until the ick goes away. 

About these cupcakes, I think they’re made by the Fairies or Elves or something .  They are single handedly the best red velvet I have ever tasted, and I’m a real red velvet aficionado.  The cake is incredibly moist and the frosting is like something the gods would eat on Mount Olympus.  Ava and I have had them twice now and each time we are blown away.  I fear that we might be asked to leave due to the noises we make when we eat them.  After all it is a public place.  I know that I’ve written love letters to pastries on this site before, but I’m telling you, these are fantastic.  I’m also not telling you where to get them because I am selfish.

Some other time I’ll tell you about the worlds best scones.   Until then, cover your cough and don’t touch my stuff.