On Saturday (the 24th) I turned 30. This would have felt more frightening, except for the fact that I was distracted by my husband's violent turn with a stomach flu, and the fact that my brother Jonathan was here for a pre-deployment visit.
On the upside, we managed to go out for some fantastic sushi the night before the sick started, which was great, but I can't even think about it now...because now I'm the one puking my guts out. So much fun.
I would show you pictures of the cake I baked for myself...but that would not be wise in my current state.
For now, I've got these cheerful little people to keep me company in my convalescence.
Hopefully I will feel strong enough by this afternoon that I won't puke on anyone's shoes when we pick Andrew up from school. I can always hope. :)
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