Porpus aka Norters aka Norpus aka Nortenstein, was not feeling so hot this weekend. She had a major limp for a day. Then she had a less severe, pity-me-limp for another day.
I was beside myself with worry and had to be at her side for most of the time. I can’t even imagine having a sick kid. I would just die with stress. (I can almost see Alma rolling her eyes). Nostalgic comfort food for lunch made did make me feel better. I dare you to look at these photos and NOT get a hankering for a peanut-butter-and-banana-honey-sandwich.
I am glad that Porpus is all better, but I now realize she may have been faking it for part of the time. Jerk.