Great intentions for the weekend. Saturday night was supposed to be a birthday party for Thing 1. However early in the day on Saturday, I felt that something was not quite right. By lunch time (or lack thereof), I was getting to know my porcelain friend.

So we had to call 16 little girls and tell them they could put away their princess costumes for a week. The “ball” had been postponed. That made me feel worse than my illness.

Sunday morning, things were starting to feel better, but I was just weak and didn’t have much of an appitite (as you may not after reading this entry thus far).

I felt bad about wasting a day in bed, but then remembered that the day was filled with 2 play-0ff football games and the season premier of 24. Not a bad day to be ill.

24 didn’t fail me, with its 2 hours of unbelievable (as in “there is no way this would ever happen”) action. In the first minutes of the show, one of my favorite characters was gunned down(spoiler link here).