My temperature was 103. Β Bud had been working out of town for three days when he came home to find the kids sticking baloney and cheese on the wall. Β They’d stick it it up to make patterns, lick it when it turned loose and fell to the floor, then reuse it. Β They were happily occupied, letting me lie on the sofa.
“What the hell is going on? Β Don’t you see these kids plastering the walls with baloney and cheese?”
“Yeah. Β I’m so glad you’re home. Β I was afraid it was about to quit sticking before you got here!”