To sum up the last 24 hours of my life: two exits, no waiting. 

I thought I had avoided the stomach flu that encased most of our city for the past few months. Bryan, who typically NEVER vomits, was plagued with it the day we brought Binja home from the hospital. Most of my coworkers have passed it around more than once. Jenni’s suffered through it I don’t know how many times. But me? I Purell the hell out of everything, and carry a Lysol can around to all of my coworkers desks to decontaminate.

UNTIL LAST NIGHT. Continue Reading →