Too late to knock on wood...

Well...apparently, fate doesn't like to be tempted. I got worse. Then Thursday night as I lay in bed hacking up a lung (I didn't care, I was still determined to go and my bags were packed), I heard Mikayla cough. I thought she was all better...but I guess not. It was at that point that I sighed and admitted defeat. I wasn't about to take my sick baby to smokey old Vegas. So, Joel got to spend the weekend gambling (for charity...mostly), going to Blue Man, eating at famous restaurants, going to the Las Vegas Temple, and staying at Caesar's Palace. And then to top it off he went golfing this morning. Man, life's rough for the poor guy, huh? Well, one of these days I'll get a break. I'll keep you posted on that, but I doubt you'll still be reading this in 2011 when I go to Ireland.

So, last night I was laying in bed, wondering what my husband would think when he woke up in the morning to find me next to him with a wad of tissue stuck up my nose. Sure, sure...I guess it might be better than the alternative, but I decided that I would attempt- undoubtedly without success- to blow my nose one more time and get rid of it. No need to tempt the poor boy, we wouldn't want him to be late for work (wink, wink). Then my mind wandered to this weekend (Yes, I did want to go to sleep, but it's incredibly hard to go to sleep when it feels as if someone's trying to blow up a helium ballooon inside your head). We're going to Vegas for a conference and we get to stay at Caesar's Palace!! A once in a life time, used to laugh at the idea of us being able to stay there, always wanted to, experience...and I'm sick. What the?! No...this is definitely not allowed, someone didn't read the rule book and now I have to pay the price. I guess it deosn't matter anyways, I will be better by Friday..no, no, I'll go one step further. I'll be all better by Thursday! HA! Take that fate. I have to. We're going to see The Blue Man Group on Friday night- my mom is watching Mikayla for us. I've been trying to use the Jedi Force to get her to ask if Mikayla can spend the night, but unfortunately I never quite got the knack of it. I wouldn't even know what the force was if it wasn't for an old friend forcing me to watch Star Wars, and quite frankly, I'm still not sure. I think it might be a bit much to ask my mom anyhow...Mikayla's only 18 months. Plus, I'm not sure that I could leave her alone. You see, unlike her mom, she has perfected the use of the Force. I'd probably show up on my mom's doorstep at 2:30 am with a bottle not knowing how or why I was there.
"You will make me a bottle even tho I'm already 18 months"
"You want to pick me up"
She's a pro.

Anywho..if anybody has any ideas on how to get better, please let me know!! Thanks!