Last night Paul and I hosted dinner for a bunch of friends. We're going to make a bi-monthly event of this, rotating the host every time. I think we kicked it off pretty good with some carne on the grill and chicken tacos too. There was a bit of a hiccup in the afternoon when Abby woke from her nap very very sick, pukey sick, like Tom and I were last week. Poor little doll was not a happy camper the whole night.
I panicked and called all of the guests to let them know what was going on. We had way too much good food to let it go to waste! I just had to disclose Abby's illness, but as Nicole put it, "What do you think? Her germs are going to jump off of her onto me?" It's just so hard for me as a cystic to NOT think about virus' as life altering. I quarantined Abby to my room on the bed the whole time anyway. She was in no condition to get up and party and spread her germs.
Abby is finally ok this evening and she has demanded that we take her to The Habit for dinner. Being the suckers that we are, and that she hasn't had anything to eat in a day and a half, we are going to spoil her (and us). She actually said, "I introduce that we go to the Habit for dinner because we haven't been there in a very very long time." How could we say no?
Pictures from our dinner party can be found here.