To the extreme

I like to go overboard sometimes. They say you have to go to church once a week and we knock out like 2 or 3 some weeks. They say you have to drink a beer a day for good health, I might hit a few just in case. So when they said you should fast on Ash Wednesday, well we decided why just skip food, why not toss up whatever we had eaten the night before. (It happened to be Chinese, won't be on our menu any time soon.) So what started on Sunday night got carried over to Tuesday night/all day Wednesday. I felt better around noon on Thursday. Let us just say that if it were not for our oldest son, all of our kids would be dead. They would have starved to death because neither my wife nor I was getting out of bed to fix these kids food. The wife managed to get up for a little while, at least long enough to walk down the hall and puke and go sleep in another room. I woke up, saw she was gone and assumed she had the run of the house. Nope. Son number one made up for some of the ten million times he gets on my nerves. He has irrated me since but for that day, he was the man. I don't know what they ate or how he handled it but I don't care. He did say later that being a mommy is hard work.

The sickness hit him too. He got it Friday night/Saturday morning. So it is Sunday night and hopefully it is all over. It has been a week. And I can honestly say that I am 95% sure that this particular illness did not come from the Hawkman family. The mother-in-law has owned up to this one so Hawky you are clean.