I've got another bug of sorts. I'm diseased. I'm displeased about being diseased. I blame the children. Sarah sticks her hands in my mouth and holds on with a remarkable grip while biting my nose. The other day I let Kate wash out the little pot part of her potty and I caught her filling it with water and drinking from it. They're as bad as the dog. It's disgusting.
So I feel a bit like death warmed over but I'm working anyway because tonight is the fundraiser for the breast cancer 3-Day that Joy & I are hosting at our local Mexican cantina, Mezcalito's. I've been excited about this since they agreed to do it. We suggested to them that they donate, like, 5% of their profit from whatever night they'd like to our cause. They came back and said they'd donate 15% of their total sales! I've spent the last couple weeks trying to strongarm everyone I know into going tonight. I'm planning to be there all evening. I cannot be sick! Which meant I couldn't call in to work. That would mean admitting I'm sick. I wouldn't say I'm ignoring this illness, I am downing an alarming amount of Emergen-C and OTC pain killers, and I plan to take a nap for lunch. But I am refusing to give in entirely. Indeed it is, once again, my stomach that's giving me the trouble. This makes eating Mexican and drinking beer somewhat more challenging. But you know, I've got a cause here. Gotta take one for the team. At the moment, however, when I say "take one" I'm referring to a nap.