Not another one!

Aww crap! It would seem someone out there has decide that I need a good tormenting. Good for them. They've succeeded. As of yet I haven't even gotten over this horrid cold and there's another sickness just waiting to torture me. I really feel sorry for Ceilidh though. She's the one that had the virus in the first place. Nobody's going to have blankets tonight. She managed to puke on every single one of them. And the best part is that none of the blankets even fit in the washer. So, -but I'm just estimating here- it should be like 40 bucks in total, just to clean them. But it doesn't stop there, oh no. She puked on me, she stuck her infected hand into my mouth, and she ate from the same bowl as me... WONDERFUL! That last word contained copious amounts of sarcasm, for those who haven't figured it out. Ceilidh had such a bad fever today though, I'd almost let it go. Almost. She must have felt terrible. I'm not looking forward to this one, myself. My quiet little hum of *sniffle sniffle* will soon turn into *sniffle sniffle barf barf* and the slow disappearance of Tylenol will soon turn into a slow disappearance of Tylenol and Pepto Bismal (Eeeeewww! I HATE Pepto Bismol). =S