Stinky went to the show choir concert and all she brought me was this blurry photo.
So, here's what went down. On Friday I was feeling just a little wonky. I did my thing, I took care of the girls' needs, I went out and had fun, but I was just a little off. On Saturday I woke up with a bit of a headache, and was exhausted, but I bucked up and took Stinky to basketball. Then later took Coadster to show choir rehearsal and tried to pick Stinky up from basketball, but she wasn't where she was supposed to be and I forgot my phone. I drove home and called her. She said her dad was coming to get her. Then I ran to find a bowl to throw-up into.
Yup, I got sick, sick, sick. I also had a fever and the chills and I would have been ever so grateful had you stopped over to shoot me in the head, thank you very much. I kept thinking that at some point before Coadster's performance, I might get better. At around one o'clock, Coadster called me to see if I'd bring her some lunch. I started driving and then had to pull over, open the door and barf. I did that almost every block on the way to the high school and back. It was puketastic!
Once I got home, I told Stinky there was no way I was ever going to be able to sit through a two and a half hour performance. So, she called her dad to see if he could drive her and then called a friend to sit with her. I definitely did appreciate my ex-husband on Saturday. You heard it here, folks, and you may never hear that again.
I felt so awful I had to miss Coadster's show. Then Stinky came home and said the choir director had the same thing and had to leave before the first show was half over. He was the accompaniest, so it was harder to do without him. I started feeling better around 10 o'clock at night and I took it easy on Sunday, but that flu definitely kicked my ass while it was raging.
Now, we all know what I had. Let's take a little look at how I could have contracted it. It may have just a little bit to do with this very, very, uh, funny thing some of my friends and I do when we're getting our photos taken.
We stick our tongues out like we're licking the person standing next to us. It's best if you can pull it off, so the person you're with doesn't know you're doing it. The other guy will be all smiling and sweet, while you're next to them acting like an idiot. My friend Brooke and I were getting our photo taken two weeks ago, and I stuck my tongue out toward the bottle I was holding. After Brooke saw it later she said, "Hey, you were being dirty," and she swatted at me.
Sure, it's a barrel of fun, but it never occurred to me how unsanitary it could be. Thank god I'm not a germaphobe. Will I stop from now on? Probably not. It's too much fun to see the other person's reaction after they find out. Besides, I've already had one bad cold and the stomach flu. I'm thinking I just fulfilled my sick girl quota for the season. Wish me luck on that one.