Wow! I vaguely remember writing that last entry. That's a nice one. Very secret.
I'm still sick, so I'm skipping out on work. I feel nauseous is all.
I hate missing so much work, but I am going to enjoy laying in bed all day. More than you know.
It's 9am and Zoe is still passed out. She even went to bed really early. Another 13 hour sleep marathon. My poor child. Waking a sleeping child is so unnatural. Why do parents have to work? Usually Zoe is up by 7am. Daylights savings time is going to kick our asses.
My mom has really bad bronchitis. I couldn't even talk to her much because she kept coughing so much. She's got to get better soon. We are headed there on Friday to celebrate their 40th wedding anniversary. They are having a huge party.
The invitation to their party made me a bit nostalgic. It was gorgeous - a photo of my parents on their wedding day. Wow. They were so good looking. My mom was so pretty. Now she's still pretty, just very low maintenance. Dad looks the same, just grayer. I told my retreat team to send them email congratulations. So my dad will be getting like 40 email.
Ok, I'm off for coffee and a long hot shower.
P.S. Did you know he stole your idea. He claimed it was his own when we were in bed. Later, at dinner, you started talking about it and I was shocked. He had gone into full detail about the concept. That moment was very very creepy. As would be several others during the weekend.