A bug and not the cuddly kind. Some type of germ started with Miss Kitty vomiting at church Sunday evening, heading on to me and Baba. As if we have TIME to be sick. Ick.
Sadly the bug has not chosen to hit the twins, sad because they are their perky, talkative selves and we are suffering headaches as well as nausea, so their usual excited, constant chatter has brought out evil thoughts. Like hoping they get the bug so we can talk non-stop to them and make them realize how horrible you feel and how annoying that is.
Knowing them, they'd just sleep it off, not paying a lick of attention to us anyway.
I've got their supper in the oven, I can hardly stand the smell, but they can't possibly go without eating because I have nausea, NO WAY.
I'm going back to bed. They can have it all. I'm sure they are THRILLED by that, more for them!