Thursday is a day we've been looking forward to for about.... 365 days. Thursday is the beginning of the Pezcific Coast Pez Convention. Every year the twins decide which Pez they want to hunt for. Every year they help Daddy in the scavenger hunt on Thursday night. Every year they participate in Friday night BINGO. Every year they participate in the Saturday charity auction. But not this year.
It all started with a simple cold about a week and a half ago. After I got really cocky, bragging about how the twins hadn't brought home one illness from school since they started in August. That will teach me! Tom passed it to Abby, Abby passed it to me, and as we tried to carry on with our lives, just a little bit slowly, Abby has now come down with pneumonia and Tom has spiked a fever today, although no cough. Oy ve. It's a good thing I'm on massive amounts of steroids and antibiotics to fend off these evil germs. Now Abby has the antibiotics too.
I think I'm just going to lock the door and hide in the house until Paul gets home on Sunday.... from the Pez Convention. Someone should be having a good time, right?