I had big plans yesterday, and managed to accomplish them all.  Brunch at Dante’s Kitchen was nice, even though Sun was tired and cranky.  The trip to LaPlace to get various cajun meats went without incident.  We even eked out plans for dinner and the tail end of the LSU/Ole Miss game at my cousin’s.

But it took it’s toll.  We were home by 7:30pm, and I was balled up under my hand-knitted blanket feeling awfully tired.  The hubs and I were in bed and asleep by 9:30.

Sounds nice enough, doesn’t?  And it was until 2am when I heard the hubs in the bathroom yakking.  My stomach was bothering me too, but not that bad.  He went to the sofa and began his long night of suffering.  An hour later, I joined him in the yakking.  It was miserable for all involved.  Thankfully, Sun slept til morning.

We called my cousin to see if others were sick.  They weren’t.  Just us.  Apparently we got that stomach bug going around.  Now I am not saying that we got it from Sun’s daycare, because it really doesn’t matter whether it’s a virus or food poisoning or where we got it.  It sucks all the same.

It’s now close to 3pm, and we are no longer spewing liquids from any orifices.  But we both have fever, headaches, and achy joints.  It’s going to be a long evening.