Let me start by saying I feel like complete crap.
Vance and I are going out to dinner tonight to celebrate our 1 year anniversary. The actual date is tomorrow, but he works late on Mondays and it would be really hard to find a sitter. It would have been yesterday, but surprise! Vance had to work.
I think I am coming down with something. I sincerely hope it's just a cold, and luckily so far that's all it feels like, but the flu has been running rampant around this area. Yeah, we had our shots, but it was to protect us from the WRONG STRAIN. God love medical science. The last sick person I was exposed to was little Yalena who had the flu, but not influenza. She had the bad kind of flu, you know the runny kind. Would it just be awesome if I was the only one who got sick? Not Deven, not Jackie, but ME.
Vance insists that we can hold off if I'm not feeling well enough, but you know stubborn me. I made my plans and I'll be God damned if almost 2 hours before I change them. Bo is coming at 6, I have my outfit picked out, dammit WE ARE GOING TO THE OUTBACK. Don't even try to change my mind.
To save my energy I've just lounged in bed. The baby slept in, so after breakfast he was fine with just sitting up in his bouncy watching daddy play wow while mommy napped. He's such a good baby. Seriously.
I promise tomorrow I'll post the mandatory look-back-at-the-first-year post, but for now, I am going to go back to bed.