Sick, sick, sick

Oh man.

We are so sick over here.

Think bad colds for about two weeks.  Followed by a horrible round of the flu. 

Think younger brothers (um, I won't mention which ones) having stomachs that defied the forces of gravity in the worst places.  Think hosing off the porch.  Think bad timing during a two hour drive.  Think frantic "Give me a bag, a box, something! Help me people!"  coming from my strong and normally macho brother.

Although I did have a nice birthday yesterday, there's just something about getting the flu on your special day that kind of ruins it for ya.

Sweet Joshua seems to be the only one among us that is completely healthy; so I think he enjoyed his birthday today (he turned 4!).  Thankfully he seems to be oblivious to the fact that big sis promised to make Pooh bear cookies with him today.  Toddlers have very short-term memories; thank goodness for that.  Maybe we can post-pone those cookies for, say, next....year?

Because that's about how bad I'm feeling right now.

Oh to have a body that doesn't feel like a limp rag doll.  Oh, for a nose that can actually....breath.

Ugh.

Blog posts coming....well, whenever I get over this awful bug.  Since I've been told I look like death warmed over right now, pictures of the last few days will be minimal.  Perhaps non-existant.