Definition: con·flict·ed.

I think I have a fever. I'd really like to verify if my aches and pains are imagined or not.

Unfortunately, I can't guarantee that the thermometers in the house haven't all been up my son's bum at one point or another when he was similarly affected.

So I soldier on, un-measured.

Comments

[Missy]

Rubbing alcohol, my friend. Rubbing alcohol.

BTDT, GTTS.

[KC Lemson]

I don't care HOW clean it is, it ain't going in my mouth :-) Even with those little sleevie things, it just creeps me out.