It seems everything lately has been preventing my girl from shopping for wedding dresses. Two days in a row she was planning to go out with a friend and even made appointments. Ennnt. Sorry. Two snow storms. Today we were planning on going to do some stuff. Ennnt. Sorry. Her and her two little sisters are sick. Kalila threw up 4 times, Olivia, 11, threw up 8 times, and Valerie, 9, threw up 19 times yesterday. Yes, I repeat, 19 times. Have you ever heard of such a thing? And it’s not like they just go a little sick, these people are violently ill. I don’t think this is the quality time Kalila was planning on spending with her sisters on my day off. Really sucks. I felt so bad hearing the little booboos hurling. I’ve never been that sick. In fact, last time I was close to that sick, I threw up 5 times and the last three times were dry heaves. But all 19 times Valerie blew chunks, there was substance. How is that possible? Does a 9 year old have that much bile? She is pale as a ghost and has lipstick red lips. Poor girl. It was great to see her parents right there with rags and love in hand every time these girls let loose. It really says something of the character of their nurture. I’m just praying I don’t get the same bug, I’ve missed 2 days of work in the last 3 weeks because of car stuff. I guess God is preparing me for marriage. Kalila, since she had mono last year, has been sickly more than she’s ever been in the past. She has been feeling on and off for the past 4 weeks since she finished the semester. It sucks to see the person you love in pain.