My Turn....

...for puking. That is what I did most of the night Wednesday, and most of the day yesterday. Seriously, is there anything worse than vomiting? Really? I didn't think so.
Feeling better today, still a little nauseated I think, but that could just be that my tummy is so empty it's making me sick and I need to eat something. I can't tell, and I'm scared to test it out. Yes, when it comes to up-chucking, I'm a total sissy. Still have my cough, but that seems to be getting better, at least.
And I won my battles of the day before yesterday. That's right; I am--
The Almighty Liz.
ETA: I forgot the good news! I'm an Aunt once again. My brother, Logan, and his wife welcomed a little boy into the world yesterday at 6:20pm their time (7:20pm mine), who weighed 8lbs and was 20 inches long. His name is Gavin James Bryan. Welcome to the world, little man!

Breaking Point

Okay, really, how bad is murder? On a scale of 1-10? What if I make it quick and painless? They wouldn't even know something was coming. They'd just be sitting on their lazy butts, like usual, and then nothing. That's not too horrible, right? Like maybe a 5, or a 6? C'mon, gimme a 6, I think I can live with that....
The Almighty (and FURIOUS) Liz
ETA: I am so mad at this point I could literally spit nails. I'm surprised smoke isn't coming out of my ears, and my hair isn't on fire. *Liz lets loose with bestial scream*

Yet Another Closing Date

I know I promised you guys updates on my awesome weekend, but I'm still sick, and don't feel like it yet. Soon, though!
I just wanted to hop on and let you know that our closing date for this weekend has fallen through yet again. The new date is February 12th. I got my way! *Liz laughs with maniacal glee whilst rubbing her hands together sinisterly*
The Almighty Liz

Wellness Spree Even MORE Over

Okay, I had a GREAT weekend for the most part, but I will post about that later as I am on my deathbed. Just kidding, I've definitely been way worse, but just as definitely, I'm miserable. Although not as bad as John. I woke up this morning to the dulcet tones of John puking up even the memory of food. He also has a wicked cough and a fever. Poor guy. He's basically slept all day, as have the kids and I. I have a horrid cough too, and sound like a thirteen year old boy--deep but my voice cracks on every other word. Erik has a less delicate, we-do-not-discuss-it-at-the-table kind of thing, and Jonni seems to be holding her own, actually. She'll be going to school tomorrow unless something changes. I got a call from our contractor for our superfluous house, and he got all the work done this last weekend. If we pass inspection tomorrow, then we will close on Friday. With all of us sick, this is going to be a very interesting week. Oi.
The Almighty (but somewhat less-than today) Liz

Wellness Spree Over

After four weeks and a day, I woke up sick this morning. Nothing unmanageable, I've most decidedly been worse, but I do feel like crap. Just in time for an activities-there's-no-way-I-can-miss-let-alone-get-out-of packed weekend! Huzzah! (much sarcasm on that 'huzzah')
The Almighty Liz

John's Turn

John is sick now. Poor guy. He hardly ever, and I mean the rarities of all rarities, gets sick, and just doesn't know how to handle it when he does. It's kind of funny. Thank goodness I'm well (four weeks and a day!!) or we'd be a really pathetic pair.
The Almighty Liz

Mailpersons

Why do I think it's rude when the mail truck sails on by my mailbox? I mean, I know they only do that when there's no mail to deliver, and it's nothing personal. Yet, I always feel violently excluded, like I did something wrong in the mailpeople's eyes, and are being punished for it. No mail for you today!! Mwahahahahahaaaa!!
The Almighty Liz