Soul coughing...

Oh holy crap, people.    Great balls of screaming fire, I AM SO SICK.

This is the first time I've been up and about since yesterday morning.  Turns out the mystery ailment Charlotte had was one mean, highly contagious stomach virus.  I felt so crappy last night I wished for a swift, painless death.  Now Greg has it.  He can't even walk and has made a horrible unmentionable mess of himself and the bedroom.  HORRIBLE.  Even though I can't stand up myself (SO dizzy) I made myself clean him up and crawled downstairs to do the laundry because I'm the only one still walking.  

I sent Char to Grandma's house.  She has three bathrooms to my one (my house is teeny).  I just really hope Grandma doesn't get it, because if she gets as bad as I was last night she'll need to be admitted into the hospital.  It ~hurts~.

The poor dog is wandering around, looking at us mournfully wondering what the hell is wrong with us.

I haven't eaten since Monday evening and I'm afraid to.

All that's left to say is Waaah!   hug me...