Boy I hate Friday the 13th.

Ok, if the horror flicks with their B-list (if they're lucky) actors aren't bad enough, then my birthday on Friday the 13th has always left the same kind of taste in my mouth - yuck. This year was better than some and yet not. The day wasn't so bad, but Zachary came down with a virus that night and was sick all weekend. Then, that evening we discovered my car leaking a funky colored liquid - not quite brown and not quite green. Mike's response "that can't be good". By Monday Zachary still hadn't gotten better so I took him to the doctor. She looked him over and did a strep culture - which came up negative - to all of our surprise. She decided it must be the viral strain and sent us home with the admonition to him to lay around, eat soft foods and take motrin and tylenol to keep the fever at bay. I asked if he couldn't have any drugs if she could prescribe something for me! Her prescription was a margarita or glass of wine after the kids go to bed! I couldn't take my car to the shop with Zach sick - so I put it off. Zach did pretty good Monday and for 1/2 of Tuesday. Then when Katie woke up from her nap on Tuesday she was running a low-grade fever and complaining of throat pain. great. Now Zach is no longer the center of attention and thus decides that the best way to reclaim that honor is to pester the dog out of his now ailing sister because "I'm helping her forget about feeling sick" he said. Yeah, well, you're making me NUTSO!!! Lucky for me, or not so lucky for me, he started feeling sicker as the evening wore on and went back to laying quietly on the couch. By Wednesday morning, both kids were running 102 degree temps and had spots like dalmatians all over their throats. Back to the doctor we trek. Yep, it was positive for strep throat and we got drugs! It's taken a week and a half - but the kids are finally getting back to their normal selves - not sure that's a good thing!