What's up for the weekend?
I came home from 6let's art show last night and I spiked a hell of a fever. Well, I assume since we couldn't find the thermometer. I was curled on the floor under several blankets shivering like there was no tomorrow. DH woke me up at 830 to go to bed. The fever must have broken sometime last night, but today I feel like I got hit by a mac truck. My lungs hurt, my arms are weak (or Max gained 10 lbs last night), my hips kill. It's going to be a long day.
I think the only thing on this weekend is 6let having a little birthday party.