Last week April was being a bitch. This week April’s more like a homicidal maniac. When Hubs started getting sick on Saturday we figured it was food poisoning. When he was still sick on Sunday we thought maybe a really loooong case of food poisoning. When I started puking Sunday night we realized it wasn’t food poisoning, but the stomach flu.
When we woke up on Monday morning, both sick, and found doggy diarrhea in the living room I knew that April had it out for me.
So I’ve waved the white flag. I give up, April. You win. I’m just going to float along for the rest of the month not expecting anything good out of you. You’ve broken me. I’ve always liked May better anyways.
*sticks out tongue*
I haven’t moved any further on Apollo since last week, although I’ve been reading A Feast For Crows quite a bit and watching Dr Who marathons with Hubs (and really, if the one good thing that comes out of April is that Hubs now likes Dr Who then I’m ok with that).
I hope your April is going better, Aledans. The wisteria is still blooming, so it can’t all be bad. And since I was sick this past Tuesday and missed the Science News post I’ll tack it onto the beginning of next week’s Science post. Have a wonderful weekend!