Last weekend I was so sick. I woke up Saturday morning with the stomach flu. Let's just say it was not pretty for about eight hours. I was left so weak it took me until Wednesday to get most of my strength back. I lost about 8 pounds that weekend.
The night before I got sick I went out to dinner with some girls I play basketball with. After dinner we went to a Mexican restaurant to watch some karaoke. I haven't laughed that hard for a long time (EB). I had such a good time. I didn't get home until almost midnight. Wynden couldn't believe I didn't call to check in, but I didn't realize how late it was. I don't drink, but I know that I was way sicker than any of the people at karaoke who were drinking that night. Wynden claims that was my punishment for staying out so late :)
Lexi was sick on the Monday before I got sick so I half blame her and I half blame Hunter. We were in the car driving along after I picked them up from school he was starving and started getting all the leftovers out of his lunch. He put his grapes on the armrest between us, so I of course started munching on them. We got home, changed for basketball practices, and continued driving to our destinations, so I continued eating the grapes. When I was almost done with the bag Hunter was like "You're eating those grapes and they fell on the ground." I was like REALLY!!! I ate how many before he noticed and decided to tell me that they fell out of the bag in the cafeteria so he picked them up off the ground and put them back in the bag and then back into his lunch box instead of throwing them away. I'm surprised I didn't catch every illness know to man off the floor of a school's cafeteria. It was comparable to me saying to 100 kids I'm going to open my mouth and I want you to spit in it. Well maybe not that bad, but that was how grossed out I was.