Last night we had a delicious dinner of shrimp alfredo with oatmeal cookies for dessert. Right before bed I started feeling icky. Thus began the tale of Rachel and Howard's terrible, horrible, no good, very bad night. I don't ever want to eat shrimp again, or oatmeal cookies.
Today I am doing a little better, but only if I don't stand up. Howard dragged himself out of bed at 3 pm so the missionaries could give him a blessing. Love the missionaries!
Annie is starting to feel yucky now too. Its a good thing I kept the kids home from school. I don't want to share this.
Sara said she will bring us some ginger ale and milk for the kiddos. Love Sara!