Sick.

The whole family except for the annoying 11 year old who got us all sick. Someone insisted on drinking out of everyone else's water glasses. Thanks kid. NOT.

We're talking headache.
We're talking sorethroat.
We're talking fever.
We're talking chills.
We're talking sweats.

Which means we're also talking warm fuzzy robes but also nice chilly fans.
We're talking Grease 2 with all it's cheesy songs but a very hunky Michael.

We're talking annoying 11 year olds practically breaking the piano by thumping around on it so loud.
We're talking sneaky 11 year olds discovered some of their christmas presents.

But were also talking about a very mad me because I have a competition next weekend and under no conditions can I skip school because that would mean having to skip practice. If I puke, my bucket will just have to come with me to school. No exceptions. Grrrrrrreat.

Whoops. And there goes my voice.

This is going to be a great week.