This is just a quick service announcement.
Do not invite Bob Costas over for dinner.
If the political and social commentary in-between courses doesn’t deter you, perhaps this will…
That’s right folks, we have been contaminated with the dreaded pink eye.
It started with the babe. She and Bob were having a heated discussion on whether or not the “Cleveland Browns” should remain logo-less or risk offense legitimately being taken. Lets just say, the conversation did not end well and Reagan ended up with goopy eyes and Bobby was donning some new specs.
After that things quickly moved up the chain…next was Emily, then myself and finally dad.
As much as I tried to escape it, it was inescapable. As I was putting the little babe to bed and going through our bedtime routine, she rubbed her pacifier in her eye and then stuck it in my mouth. I’m not sure if that is the exact moment of contamination, but its still pretty gross none the less.
All that to say, the next time Bob Costas comes knocking on our door, I will say…