beware . . .

You see this little lady? She looks all sweet and innocent . . . however. . . I should have known something was terribly wrong when I saw her for maybe 30 seconds on Saturday morning and she said over and over "I haven't thrown up all day." Not a big deal - little kids get sick - I'm immune. Famous last thoughts.

Sunday night I realized that that teeny interaction resulted in me catching her horrific stomach bug. Ugh. Monday and part of Tuesday (when I wasn't throwing up) I literally laid in bed all day and all night (it was too gross to even sit up). But don't worry - I still ended up being really productive - I finished the book "I Capture the Castle" (sweet but it was a slow slow slow) and I listened to a bunch of fantastic "Murder She Wrote" episodes (watching was too painful but the soothing sound of Jessica solving a murder was comforting).

And for your information - Rosscat did a fantastic job in the Ragnar - he had three legs which were rated "very hard" "hard" and "very hard +". Sure, when he came home he slept for 16 hours - straight. But that's cool - my friend Paul and I just partied without him.

P.S. We continue our not folding the laundry and not vacuuming the car stand-off - so far neither one of us will give in despite the fact that both things need to be done in the worst way. But don't worry I can outlast him.