I believe I left off with an Easter Party... 

...it was fun, but that very day Robs came home from school not feeling well. By Saturday she was siiiiiick and spent the next two days in her bed. (She didn't even want to watch movies.) On Tuesday Steve got it. On Wednesday I got it. And now a week later I no longer want to die.

It was so bad. 

But now I'm counting all my many little blessings like warm baths, fizzy water, and Ritz crackers. (I survived on a combo of those three things.) And good health? My goodness. I've never been so grateful for it in my life. Thursdays are good days.