We always celebrate the holidays with my mom, stepdad, and his two kids (Ryan and Tara) the weekend before. Tara lives in Tampa, so it's a way for us all to be together and Justin and I love it most because it really lightens our travel load on the actual day. I wasn't feeling too hot all Saturday morning, but thought I was well enough to push through. Nope. Wrong thought. Almost as soon as we got to their house, around 3:30, I was down for the count. I spent the entire time either curled up in my parents' bed, fighting cold chills and heat waves, or barfing in the bathroom. It was miserable. I missed everything...the food, the gift opening, the expensive wine drinking, the chatting...everything. After about 4 hours of this, I made Justin take us home. It took until about Monday afternoon for me to feel normal again. Poor Boogs is fighting it off, now.
Justin did a pretty good job of taking photos for me, though...
Boogs was obsessed with this puppy I bought for Sparks, Ev and Elle's dog...
Loves her some stuffed animals
I missed the first time she's ever opened a present :(
Oh wait! There I am! Death Becomes Her...
They're probably all talking about what a lame time they're having without me :)
Since I wouldn't miss this for anything in the world, we went to Davis' first Christmas Piano Recital on Sunday. I called ahead to warn them of my illness...he went second, immediately got his trophy, and we bolted.
1 comment:
The "Death Becomes Her" pic is funny... you look like you are hating life. Glad you feel better now!
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