guys club members hijacked

I've been away a lot so it was nice to get to have the day with Q.  He's sick, so that's no good, and we spent the time staying warm and doing the necessary doctor dance.  It's the parental ritual where you know exactly what the doctor will tell you--"if it lasts longer than three days then bring him in.  Keep him hydrated"--but you have to call because doctors have earned the right to smugly state the obvious.  If it lasts longer than three minutes I'm dousing him with fluid.  And you're imagining the worst.  Of course I worry for Quin, especially since he can't tell me what's wrong, and I always see myself on the evening news exposed as the neglectful parent who didn't call to hear that a human as hot as 104 is a bad thing. 

At least today was a good time to win some of my turf back.  While I've been gone Sarah has co-opted my "guys" of Guys Club into something she calls the Snuggly Cuddlers.  (it might be Cuddly Snugglers.  Either way, it's not good for their rep.) 

While you don't sound like the most intimidating adversary, Snuggly Cuddlers, I concede.  I want you to enjoy each others company.  You get a sick baby and a dog who rolls in poo.  

Yah, that's poo.  These pictures were taken after a funeral. 

I was on my way to the fun, wake part of it when Paco found some cows.  The children of the deceased helped me hold him while I used their Suave to cut through the crap.  

The next time I see Sarah she'll be covered in skidmarks and be dealing with the flu.  By then she'll want to stay with her exclusive Girls Club.