So glad to hear LadyM's dd is doing well and things are good for her to be with dd50. Hope she doesn't have too much pain in the recovery time.
Y'all, I have not conga-ed through ANYTHING today. I was just worn out last night, went to bed without showering and talked dgd into letting me sleep till 10:00 a.m. Then by the time she and I had eaten something, it seemed too late to shower (I know, that doesn't make sense) so she and I have both sat around all day doing very little (a few games, some time on the porch swing, a few minutes of softball practice in the yard) and just really wasted the day. I shouldn't be surprised. Anytime I do not start the day with a shower and clean clothes, down to Flylady's "lace-up shoes," I know I'm going to feel like I have been useless all day.
DGS has been slightly better today, but definitely not recovered. He spent most of the day lying in bed with his laptop. He thought he wanted to go outside with dgd and me, but we talked him out of it. OTOH, he ate a turkey and cheese Lunchable, and later, a meatball sub from Subway. He kept all those down -- at least until I took him home around 6:00 p.m.
Harriet -- his birthday was the 26th of June, while they were on their family vacation, and his mom's birthday was Tuesday, July 14th. So we were trying to celebrate both this week, until he got sick. Volleyball games and other various obligations kept us from getting his any earlier. Now we're planning to do this on Monday.
This may be TMI, but he said he kept the "solids" down, but threw up some "liquids" a few times in the car after eating at Subway. I never heard anything from the backseat, and he talked a blue streak the whole time, so I don't know if maybe he just felt he needed to spit? This sounds like a weird symptom to me.
We spent about an hour in the car after we ate because we went about 20 miles away to the town where my dad grew up. They are tearing down his old junior high school and I wanted to get a brick from the building. (I asked dgs if he wanted to go home or go with me and he chose to go.)
DS will be laughing at me again. I have bricks from the old elementary school and old high school in our town, from my dad's junior high and high school, and the old theater in town, which my granddad helped build. DS said, "You're going to be able to recreate the county eventually." LOL. This all started when they tore down our old high school, which both dh's parents and my dmom attended, along with dh, myself, and ds when it became the middle school. (Dgrands also, but in the newer buildings.) One day my newspaper students were over there doing interviews and they came back saying, "Mrs. L, they're tearing down the building and people are getting bricks from it. Do you want one?" I said of course, and sent them back for one for me. So... one thing (one brick) led to another. My maternal grandfather was a brick mason with a very good reputation in our county, so I guess that's why they are special to me. We believe he helped build my dad's high school.
Anyway, after all that, I took dgs home and dgd is still here because "Friday is (her) night." Never mind that Wednesday and Thursday were her nights also; apparently they don't count because dgs was under the same roof. She has had her bath and I am about to take a shower.
PS -- dgd just came in here and wanted to know what I was writing -- I told her we talk about cleaning and stuff, but I told y'all I didn't do any cleaning today because of her and dgs, and that I needed a shower, and she said, "You actually told them that??? Now they all know you are disgusting." ROFLOL. I hope y'all don't think I am TOO disgusting. I promise to be s2s when I return!
PPS — I am disgusting no longer! I am showered, washed my hair, shaved my legs, and did the facial mask. Also in bed before midnight! But I am watching The Virginian so not ready to sleep yet.
. And then forgot and left in our den. 
