What A Weekend From HELL...and it just isn't looking up yet!

Saturday...no work...volleyball games at Cozad until my ass went numb(and that takes alot)and got home about 7:30pm then I was a witch in our local haunted house. yes... W i t c h I bet that was NO SURPRISE to you all. It was sort of fun. Mark was Beetleguise and he was funny. I just dirtied up and screamed all night long. Nothing different there! ha ha ha Sunday, I forgot someone had rolls ordered and ended up waking up in a panic,late, making the rolls and delivering them to a church out of town wearing no make up, uncombed hair, dirty teeth, part of my witch makeup smeared around the creases of my neck and a holey bra. yah SuWeeT with a capital S I'm sure they prayed for the freak who brought the rolls after I left Mom and I then went to Lexington to get schtuff for the shop and ended up getting home around 7 pm Alec met me at the door demanding I get him Tylenol and then proceeded to vomit every hour on the hour until 3 am. He and I stayed the night downstairs, him on the couch and bathroom floor and I on the recliner near a steadily growing pile of washcloths and barf buckets. Poor kid finally settled down around 3 am. Kind of a cute little funny ha ha on me was that at 4 am the hospital called Mark and needed a script filled. Of course I answered the phone in a child barfing all night I didn't get any sleep induced coma. After they asked for Mark I stumbled all around the house with the phone in one hand and a wad of vomit rags in the other calling for Mark like I didin't know where he was. ha ha ha ha ahahahahhahahahh god I love those late night calls!!! Yayyyyyyyyyy for us! whoo hooooo! After that fiasco of a night I talked with the other gal who would be working with me today and found out that she had a sick kid (of COURSE!), I then made a desparate call to Cindy and found that she had had a WEEKEND FROM HELL! I then went to work and, along with the help of my Mama, Mark, and Shelley belly, made it through the day with only a couple of slight Transient Ischemic Attacks. Now, here I am. Waiting for...the other shoe...