There is a blight on our house.

At least for the moment. The crud has been going through my family like Sherman through Georgia. We know who started it. Wyatt got started throwing up on Sunday, so he brought it home from daycare. On Tuesday, his father was sick. It was my turn on Wednesday. Poor baby Andrea had it on Thursday, although she was less sick than the rest of us thank goodness. Today, Andrew and Nicole both came down with it. I feel so sorry for Andrew, because it is so hard for him to move around. I put a bucket by his bed and we seem do be doing fine now. Ray hasn't gotten it yet, but I would say his odds aren't that great. It needs to hold off for a couple of days though. We have a wedding to go to tomorrow. I am glad now that I got it early and got it over with.