The 500Jerk Spouse spent an uncomfortable Christmas Eve that I chalked up to simple overeating. Well. After spending most of Saturday night curled in a damp heap, I have new respect for the Spouse's fortitude. It seems that a raging stomach bug is passing through Knoxville ("Passing through"! Get it? HA!), and we were some of the lucky recipients. Boy Wonder got a dose of it last night and woke this morning wan and gray, though clamoring for blackberry IZZE (IZZE is the consolation prize for vomiting in the 500Jerk household). Miss M hasn't gotten it yet, but time will tell. No one has much of an appetite at this point. On the bright side, I seem to have a leg up on my New Year's dieting resolution. Hurray for viruses!
We're expecting my sister-in-law's family in from Kentucky today, and although she has been duly warned of the stomach dangers percolating in our household, she, her husband, and seven kids are coming on anyway. She's tough like that; seven kids will do it to you. We're going to try to quarantine ourselves, but just to be safe, we're buying buckets. Nine of them. And a whole bunch of IZZE. It could be a complete trainwreck.