Zombie

Halloween is right around the corner and the pumpkins are carved, the parties are planned (or past), the costumes are ready, and the candy is already being consumed. You know what, though? Apparently, all my Halloween readiness just wasn't authentic enough because a couple nights ago little Eli woke up covered in vomit. Awesome. That night didn't really lend itself to too much sleep so the next morning I was sporting the cool dark smudges underneath my eyes--the real smudges that can't be created (or really covered up, I discovered) with makeup. Not enough, though. The next night Marcus woke up covered in vomit. Great. Now husband is also sporting cool dark smudges. We are so festive! Still not enough. We needed something more . . . so the next day I caught the stomach flu too! Now I get to look like death (pale skin, sunken eyes, dark smudges, slight wiff of vomit) for Halloween. If you too want to be one of the walking dead this weekend, come on over and I'll breathe on you. Heck! I'll even let you share my glass of juice. I may be death warmed over, but I'm still a giver.