It was touch and go for a while, but Scamp has officially been vomit-free for 2 days. It was what some might call in hindsight "unnecessarily worried" about him, and I sort of didn't want to blog, watch TV, sleep, or eat for a few days, which is why I caught this year's Killer Death Disease from my coworkers who apparently sneeze into my mouth when I'm asleep at my desk.

But I think warm tequila and honey and an endless supply of old Buffy and Angel episodes is just what the doctor ordered.