Typhoid Trip

Vacation *cough cough* was SO *cough* GREAT *cough cough cough* except for one *cough* small *cough* detail... *cough cough cough*

*COUGH*

Margaret in Minnesota recently wrote about having a "summer cold", and I read that thinking "well that stinks. Must be a Minnesota thing; I have never had such before." And God smiled, and gave me another chance to grow in virtue and humility. I failed miserably.

See, right before we left for the beach my sweet little Bella started coughing. With rhinorrhea. (Isn't that a great word? It means a runny nose.) And not sleeping, which of course means that neither of us were sleeping. So for the entire duration of our Outer Banks Vacation with the Stanley Clan the 2 of us sounded like we had tuberculosis. Yup, popularity at it's best!

We're back home now, not-so-patiently waiting for this #%*&$! virus to run its course so we can resume life as normal. Patrick has strict instructions NOT to contract the illness, as we need his superhuman non-sick help right now! I promise to get around to posting pics from the beach soon, as it WAS a very fun time in spite of sickness; there are several stories to share and captured cuteness!