I woke up at 4:30a puking my guts out. I had to be at work at 5:15a. Knowing at 5 in the morning they would be hard pressed to find a replacement, I went. I then threw up in the bathroom, trash can, and finally in the back sink before they sent me home.
When I walked in the house at 6:30a, I went straight upstairs and back to bed. Sarah told me not to come down at the risk of infecting our girls. Around 7a, I heard her spaying Lysol up and down the stairs. I'm certain there is a thick shield of disinfectant spray between me and them. I'm still upstairs and quarantined from the rest of the family. I'm starting to feel like "Children in the Attack". I'd move, but the last time I did I threw up orange juice. Much better going down than up, I must say.
Hope you're feeling better BJ - the movie you referenced was "Flowers in the Attic"
By the way, you haven't made any comment about having a "new uncle" -Cliff - I'm sure you've met him.
Love ya!
Nan
Posted by: nan | November 13, 2008 at 12:01 PM
Bro, so sorry you got the funky junk! I am the worlds biggest coward of getting sick, I am feeling for you! I can fix it though...you come down and ski with me on New Years Day in the 16th annual Polar Bear Ski Day at Smith Mountain Lake and you will be good for a whole year!
I'm not talking snow skiing either!
Love you Bro
Hope you get well soon!
Todd
Posted by: Todd | November 13, 2008 at 01:00 PM