Saturday night... I went to a Mother/Daughter banquet hosted by my parent's church. The men host it every year. They greet all of the ladies, seat us, serve us, entertain us, and do all of the clean up. The fact that these men are my church family that I grew up with makes it super special and full of lots of fun and laughter.
Sunday night... I receive an email asking "Are you feeling OK? Several people got sick after last night and we want to know if you are OK." I felt fine.
Monday morning... I woke up and my stomach felt funny. I made a casual statement about being easily influenced by an email. One hour later... NOT SO FUNNY. There was no doubt I had fallen victim to food poisoning. One very brief call to my parents told me that so had my poor Dad, sister and one of my sweet twin nieces.
Tuesday morning... I feel like someone has drained the life out of me. I keep praying that my poor niece isn't as sick as I am because I can't imagine a 16 month old being this sick.
Wednesday.... the sun still shines and ginger ale and crackers never tasted sooooooo good! I feel so much better.
Next year's Mother/Daughter banquet... no lemon pie!