Poor little Leif got sick Tuesday night. He threw up an improbable amount of partly digested yogert and grape juice on the carpet, and couldn't keep anything down, even water. My wife took him to the hospital where he got some medicine and an IV to restore his fluids. The poor little guy was feeling so bad, all he did when they put in the IV is say "ow".

He's much, much better now.

Poor Leif. Also, poor Emmett. {{{buffista offspring}}}

Other songs were basically about gallivanting around.

Everyone knows gallivanting is just another way of saying "skipping down the primrose path to hell."

I'm still amused at him trying to clean up his act for the neighbors. "Dad, the guys aren't allowed to come over because their parents think you're weird." "That's not what Joey's mom said at Parent's Night at school." "Dad!"

Poor Lief. Poor Aimee. Em probably took the shots in stride.

I hope Emmett is doing well and has progressed to the "all the ice cream you can eat" phase of injury.

{{{Leif}}}

So happy to hear Emmett's surgery went well. Hec, I hope you can get some rest soon.

GC, your neice is so adorable. Love the cheeks!

The poor little guy was feeling so bad, all he did when they put in the IV is say "ow".

Poor Leif! Electrolytes are your friend. To the Pedialyte, Away!

Poor Leif.

Yup, Frank is one sick and twisted bastard. I'm going on Friday.

HEY!!!

Ok, it's a fair cop.

it's cannon that there's a connection between jerking off and the Dark Master.

Bater.

Dammit. Steph beat me to it.