Oh, yes. The post last Saturday filled with joyous anticipation of a lovely, heart-filled holiday?
Crushed by one big bad stomach virus and illness cocktail.
On Sunday, I had a really bad day. Vomiting in the girl's bathroom at my son's elementary school? That could have been a Kodak moment, especially when you factor in the cute little girl who asked me if I was OK while I was trying to wash out my mouth with water from one of those trick faucets that dispenses .05 seconds of water at a time.
Monday, equally as tragic. I had a deadline for work (on President's Day... who makes major deadlines on a semi-holiday anyway???) so I worked in between thinking about curling up in a ball in bed and wishing the world away.
Yesterday I felt marginally better, and then today I woke up with a migrane. Is the illness coming back? Oh, geez. I certainly can't miss my favorite show, Lost, tonight.
The good news? S. and David are fine.
The bad news? My head feels like a nuclear bomb ready to explode.
That would be gross.
