Blech

Spent the entire day getting violently sick. Last night the brother said he had 'car sickness' on the way to Mom's dinner then admitted he didn't feel good all day. I said if you give me the stomach flu I'll kill you. He did and now I have to. Mom's disappointed that we didn't get to go to the casino tonight. We'll go when I'm not dying.


And as a result of this and many things, the holiday story request fulfillments will be going on until at least Twelvth Night (Heck the handmade real gifts too)