In April I wrote this post and Allison commented that it reminded her of a post she had written. You will see that I commented on Allison's post about reading her archives so as not to accidentally steal any of her other post titles.
And then I wrote this post. (Specifically, check out the former title.) And in my sickness-induced haze I went back to bed for another day. I think I slept about eighteen out of twenty-four hours with this illness. It was that awesome.
On Friday night I started to feel clear-headed again and something was niggling in my brain. I started searching blogs I read regularly and then, on Allison's blog, I found this.
I feel like an awful blogger. Not only can I not think of good titles, I steal all of Allison's. It's either that or unexpected hospital trips really are fun. Allison, I am so sorry I ripped off your title. And I've changed my post's title now.
And if I've accidentally ripped off any of my other blog friends' post's titles, please accept my apologies. I didn't do it on purpose.
In other news, if you didn't read yesterday's post, Dave and Rachel came down with my awesome sickness, just as I was starting to recover. It's been great. Sam really wanted to go to Dave's work kids' Christmas party this past weekend though, so he and I went and checked it out.
There were bouncy castles (which Sam doesn't really like), Santa Claus to visit (which Sam was too shy to do), some snacks to eat (which Sam was totally into), skating (which I was too exhausted to attempt with Sam) and some crafts to do (Sam deigned to decorate one ornament). Mostly Sam wanted to watch the "hockey players" skate. If you can skate and wear a hockey jersey (as some of the skaters were), you are a "hockey player" in Sam's mind.
Oh yeah, he also wanted to get his present. Dave's work gives awesome gifts to the kids of their employees at Christmas.
Rachel got a HUGE stuffed turtle. I cannot emphasize how big this thing is. I warned Dave on the way home she would likely be scared of it. She was. I had to lie on it, to show her it was friendly, and then she kicked it in the face about five times.* When it continued to lie there, she hesitantly lay on it, but as you can tell from the pictures below, she was still a little skeptical.
*Don't worry. We don't let Rachel do this to live animals she finds scary. Or people.