Daycare has been closed for two days, so Mom and I went on a shopping spree yesterday; getting me ten Smurfs and one fine accoustic guitar. When I came home I obviously had to check my new piece out, and the whole thing went bust! Today, Dad and I went to the store to get a replacement, and he decided we might as well get a better one. So we did.

From the time we got home from the store to the time Mom and Alexander came home, I ran through the apartment doing my best to impersonate Slash and David Gilmour, much to my Dad’s pleasure I’m sure Ha ha ha ha!

As great and wonderful as I felt last week, that’s how rotten this experience turned out to be. I’m told it’s called “Chickenpox”. As you can see from the photograph, it was entertaining at first, being called “spotty”. Several hours later, dad found himself lying next to me in bed scratching my back gently in an attempt to help me go to sleep. We tried just about every household remedy before turning to modern medicine and the use of antihistamines.

It took around one week for these nasty buggers to turn into crusts and finally fall off. Good thing I don’t have to go through that ordeal again! Aaargh!