House o' Plague, Part 43

Avocado still has a chancy stomach. Sarcasm Girl woke up in the middle of the night, threw up, and went back to bed. Spouse, having gone to the chiropractor, is staying home from work the rest of the week, flat on his back. This morning I felt a slight quease myself, but rigorously suppressed it. Someone has to do the dishes and buy the crackers.

The Dog appears to be okay. Sheesh. Is it possible we're getting it all out of our systems early this year?