Greg & Deb on the Web

Deb is feeling better. In fact, everything seems to be returning back to normal.

One of the side effects of whatever was plaguing Deb's throat was bad breath. Actually it wasn't bad breath; it was horrid. It was the stuff nightmares are made of. I could almost see it coming out of her mouth in puffs of sticky green/yellow death. It's not as if she could do anything about it. Poor girl. I'm just glad she feels better.

This damn keyboard. Alex spilled lemonade on it and the spacebar is sticking. I'm going to have to take the thing apart and wash it down.

This is why she has our old Mac. It's upstairs. In her room. That computer's keyboard is nice, clean and functional (too bad I can't just swap them out). I should melt some caramels and go and eat them over it and see what Allie thinks of a sticky keyboard.