Excuse me while I try not to cough in your face....

Yeah, I'm sick. I blame my boss, who came to work for three straight days with something that sounded much like whooping cough combined with the black plague combined with swine flu. For three days he coughed straight into his hands (FYI, YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO COUGH AND SNEEZE INTO YOUR ELBOW), then rubbed them all over the files he was working with, right before he handed them to me to type orders and whatnot. I tried really hard to not touch my face or eyes and then sanitize and/or wash my hands and work area immediately after touching said files, but they kept coming one after the other, and clearly my efforts were wasted, because I'm on the couch, not at work, for the second day in a row. I feel miserable. Normally, I'd push through and go to work, but it seems unfair to expose others to my germs when there are people to cover for me. Plus I'm, ya know, making a person over here and I'd rather not get sicker. I'm taking a lot of Tylenol. Tylenol sucks. It doesn't do much, but it is making a slight dent in the headache and fevery feeling, so I'll stick with it for now. I can't take anything else.

This weekend -- and this all happened long before I started to feel like death -- we got Ellie's room done. The devil shelves are hung. Turns out the main problem was the hardware that they packaged with the shelves. I got them up. It only took, oh, four hours. I was sweaty when I was done. But at least they're up. We do still need our bed skirt, which would really complete the room, but it's functional without it and looks really really pretty. I'd post pictures right now, but I'm sick. Did I mention that? I'll take some later today (or maybe Brian will, who knows?) and get them posted ASAP.

We also had a sleepover with our two nieces, Ally and Rylee, and our nephew Zak on Saturday night. They were really good and they had a great time. Brian and I realized why people have babies one (or possibly two) at a time. You can't go from zero kids to three toddler to school age kids just like that, because the noise level is unbearable. It's something you need to be eased into. On Sunday morning they were all jumping on the air mattress, running from down the hall and jumping on the air mattress, screaming and having a grand old time while watching Sponge Bob, when Rylee (the oldest, she'll be 6 in November) asked if she could play the piano.

I believe my response was something to the effect of, "Good fucking lord, no."

Except I don't talk to my nieces like that. At least I hope I didn't talk to her like that. I may have been delirious from the ringing in my ears. But I just couldn't take any more noise in my house. One thing at a time, child, seriously! It's not that they were being bad at all, we just aren't used to it.

Anyway, we've been super busy, is the point of this disjointed post. I have to go take a nap now. 'Cause I'm sick, remember?