Yeah, we're still waiting for that mega-important fingerprint appointment at Homeland Security to come through.
Anne-Marie and I have been sick all week and just trying to lie low until we regain our strength. I've been going to work anyhow and was surprised to get back a box of Fudgsicles that I bought for our company barbecue that didn't get eaten.
Anne-Marie was glad to see the treat and said it was what her dad always got her when she was sick. Apparently, the enthusiasm wasn't as great at my place of work.
How could you NOT like Fudgsicles?