Yeah, so, we had a nice weekend. There was a lot of puking involved. That's always lovely. And it involved pretty much everyone. Also- always lovely. Steve was lucky because he had to work day and night all weekend long. Well, lucky that is until he got sick and still had to work.
The kids and I were so sick this is what we did. Laid on the couch and watched TV. For two days straight. We didn't have any strength to do anything else.
We started off with several episodes of Extreme Doomsday Bunkers. Then that ended. Zac and I have already watched all the Walking Deads they have on Netflix. So we started over. And watched the first few again. Until the girls came downstairs and wouldn't leave so we had to turn on something else. We couldn't find anything else we wanted to watch so we looked under "What's Popular on Netflix". And right there was Cake Boss. We had never watched it. So we watched like five thousand episodes. It's not our fault. Netflix just kept playing one right after the other. We didn't have to put forth any effort what so ever.
Can I just say. Probably not the most appropriate thing to be watching in our condition. First, it made us wanna puke again. Then it made us realize how incredibly hungry we all were. Being that we hadn't eaten anything all day.
By 7ish Saturday night we finally decided that we really needed some type of nourishment. But none of us felt like getting up and making anything. Soup was the only easy thing we could make but just the thought of eating soup again made us all wanna gag (what we really wanted was cake)(from New Jersey). I called Steve to see when he would be home from work because I thought maybe he could bring us something. He was in Logan and wouldn't be home for many more hours. I seriously considered calling my neighbors and asking them to bring their dinner leftovers to our house. We laid on the couch for another 2 or 3 Cake Bosses. Then it was like we were either gonna die or we were gonna have to eat. Something. Anything.
The only thing I could think of that someone would bring to us was pizza. But the thought of pizza on my weary stomach was not pleasant. But then I was like, well, none of us can get up and physically make anything. And the pizza dude is the only person who will bring us something. So I mentioned the idea of pizza to the kids. To which they all replied with a collective groan. So we watched another 2 or 3 Cake Bosses and then by that time it was like they didn't care how disgusting pizza sounded. They were like bring it on. Bring. It. On.
Oh that blessed blessed pizza super dude. He has no idea what he meant to us that night. I love you pizza dude. You saved us! I just hope we didn't make you sick. I was trying to hurry and take the pizza from you so you could turn and leave and not have to inhale too many of our germs. But you just wanted to talk about the snow and Christmas...and all that good stuff.
Thankfully I think we are pretty much all well and good now. I've had a few stragglers that felt like they earned a day off of school after a weekend like that. But for the most part we have all recovered from our days on the couch.
Everyone except for Addy. We have scarred her with an overabundance of a Jersey accent. She walks around now saying, "I'm the boughss". (Translation: I'm the boss said in a New Jersey accent)
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