B-Day Postmortem

Man, I am absolutely exhausted. I’m pretty sure I have the flu from Annie, and of course this is in the middle of me having to prepare for a week-long conference in San Antonio (Brian, this is where I’ll be next week).

Regardless, Abby’s Birthday Party went off like gangbusters. Ericka made a sweet little caterpiller cake (she’s quickly become the dessert baker I knew she could be), and some amazing presents were given via my sisters, friends and family.

I wish I could take back the decision to let Annie spend the night with said sisters, as she was really too sick to go, but I wanted her to spend time with her cousins. Bleh. Hindsight is so 20/20.

Nevertheless, I am sick and all I want to do is crawl in bed and rest. Where’s the medicine? The chicken soup? Warm me up a bowl already. I have a date with a warm bed.