As I’ve mentioned, Sam has become quite possessive of her things lately, and we’re working on getting her to share with others. And I’m sorry to say that this week she took the lessons to heart –or rather, to stomach– and decided to share some kind of horrible flu bug with everyone she came in contact with.
It started quietly enough. Sam contracted the virus, then started throwing up and, well, you know …projecting from the other end, too. This was while she and Ger were still in San Diego and planning to come out for my dad’s funeral. Sam seemed to be better after a day and a half so they went ahead and came out, but then Ger started ralphing on Sunday night and was totally knocked off her feet the whole day Monday. Then Monday night I caught it and spent the whole night vomiting so violently that the neighbors probably thought I was strangling a moose in the bathroom. Then I had to fly back to California on Tuesday by myself, completely exhausted, dehydrated (none of us could keep even water down), and nauseous the whole way. Then I heard that my brother-in-law and my father-in-law both caught it and were repeating the hurl-and-squirt routine. From there, I’m sure the bug is infecting every member of the Madigan, Warren, Smith, and Sommer families that came in town for the funeral. I hope my dad will look down on me and forgive me for saying that for the first time in a long time, he was the only one who wasn’t sick.
At any rate, BAD SHARING, Sammy! BAD!
Here are some pictures.
Not much, since the travel and other activities put a crimp in our normally compulsive picture taking. The one on the right is Sam with her “Aun Hawn.” Who is, as I write this, probably vomiting as a result of being close enough to Sam to pose for that picture.