So, this weekend was kee-razy for me. I worked overtime on Saturday, and the kids were here. Early Monday morning, about 3:30 a.m., I woke up to the sound of someone being sick. That someone was Jimmy. We were assuming that it was food poisoning, but there wasn't much that he'd eaten that I hadn't. I went to the store and got 7UP, chicken soup, and Gatorade. He was starting to perk up a little around 1 p.m., so I didn't feel bad about going with my sister to pick up her latest shipment from one of... read more
