When Your Trash Can Is Your Friend..

You know it's not going to be a pleasant night...

When I came home from school and the meatball's my mom was heating up smelled horrible to my little nose I knew it wasn't going to be a peaceful night.

I decided to take the Mountain Dew out of my lunch box that I never touched during lunch say my good nights and retire to my bedroom praying all the while the feeling would go away and I would not get sick and I would be able to go to school the next morning.

Well, when I grabbed my trash ca and placed it o my bed I knew school would not be happening the next morning. A few hours later when I still had my ole buddy trash can with me I started think if Thursday would be an option for school.

I was so sick. I hate being sick I think I would rather walk on my hands or jump on one foot or be named Hilda then be sick with the stomach flu.

By one in the morning I started writing down all the phone numbers of all the different people I needed to call to let them know I wouldn't be coming in. I then somehow managed to get downstairs to place the paper on the table so my dad would be able to call them. I felt that I couldn't even make the phone calls.

I was very much bored watching the Lucy show, one episode after another but I felt to weak to change the DVD so when Carole stumbled in my bedroom at one point (being woken up by me) I asked her in my very sick whining voice... "Carole could you put on a movie for me?" So she put on Enchanted. Not my favorite movie but it did the trick it made me fall asleep. :)

Which I was very grateful about!

I am now feeling some what better. I still can't eat too much. And I am praying I will be able to go to school tomorrow. One thing I hate is missing school!

I am sure you all have enjoyed my detail rendition of my eventful night...now it's your turn how are you today?