Well, not yet ! Yes, there is a fish as mentioned in the previous post. And yes, for those of you who asked, that was the place where I met Bill. Some of you are very observant.
There will be two posts to follow soon...one about the fish and the other about Bill.
But for now, just a lot of jibberish about why it's been so long since a post appeared here.
This will be short and sweet.
There are four adults, five kids, and two dogs living in this house. As for the adults, they are considered adults because of their chronological age, but don't necessarily qualify as adults according to their behavorial age.
The kids' ages are thirteen, seven, four, two, and one.
The one-year old started it !
When he up-chucked, we just thought it was one of those typical one-year old throw ups that one-year olds tend to do.
But, when Pops didn't roll out of bed at 5:00 the next morning, that was the first sign that the one-year old, Char-wee, had shared his virus. Please understand, Pops is never sick. I've only seen him sick twice since we've been married. (You might remember the post about catching a virus from Hair-wee and Weesey-Cup when the two of us were so sick we fed them Luden's cough drops because neither of us was able to stand up and could fix them anything to eat.)
Next in line was Ellie. I held her hair back so it didn't get soaked with whatever she'd had for dinner the night before. Graphic, I know. But you must be able to get the full effect.
At this point, we started placing bets on who would be next.
Well, it was Hair-wee.
Then his mom.
It was just a matter of time for the remaining four.
Next was Maddie.
Ashley and I tied for next place.
At the time of this writing, Weesey-Cup has not been sick.
Needless to say, this post has been written from the floor in our bathroom. As soon and I can find my way out of here, I promise to show you the fish and tell you about Bill.
It is my hope that you read this post holding your breath. Otherwise, don't blame me if you spend the next 24 hours hanging onto the cold porcelain.