Ahoy hoi, we bring you ass-related frippery. The newest report is that Strudel has Ye Olde Dreded Poxe.

She seems to be in pretty good spirits, though, but all words must be whined. My ears are bleeding. Franny has dodged this bullet because she got the varicella vaccine. But now I am hearing anecdotally that kids are getting it anyway, even with the shot. Thanks a lot, SCIENCE.

My friend Whippet thinks that her little niece brought the pox when she was visiting from Asia, because she had a couple of bumps when she came. Now the whole school is infected!

I’m surprised she didn’t get it earlier, since we exposed her on her birthday. But she’s been in and out of the school with me for auction stuff, so she could have picked it up anytime.

Wonder Woman is having a toast to Whippet today at her house today at one, since Whippet just finished an instructor course she was working on. I think I’m going to be stuck here, though. I hope Strudel goes to sleep soon, because I feel like reheated butt.

I’ll get out tonight though, to grocery shop. Man, my life is so exciting that if I wasn’t me, I would have to kill myself and assume my identity.

Thanks to Squiddy for the rad “Warning I am Two” birthday present shirt. Never has a warning been so appropriate.