Well the Day of Yucky was followed by the Day of Please Somebody Knock Me Unconscious Until This Is Over. I’ll spare you the details, but it was not good. John had to come home to take care of the girls because I was not functional. That day was followed by the Day of Feeling Much Better So I’m Going to Eat Taco Salad which was then followed by the Day of Near Relapse. What was I thinking? I ate salsa and jalapeno peppers the first day of feeling semi-normal. Dumb move, but seeing as how it had cheese and sour cream (the best food combo, EVER) it was mighty tasty and pretty much worth it. Anyway, we’re all better now.
Our Father’s Day was good. We grilled out, played croquet (your truly won 2 out of 3 games. woot!), and watched Indiana Jones Raiders of the Lost Ark. Is that a dad-honoring kind of day, or what?