The Girl has been a crying, whining, crabby mess this afternoon. I finally told her that she needed to think really hard and tell me what was wrong with her both physically and emotionally (duh, I put it into simpler terms). Her answer...
I need to go to the doctor. My armpits hurt me. AND I'm tired.
Drinking to commence in 5, 4, 3, 2, 1 and slurp. Ahhhh.
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