Tasha the Carrier Monkey

Tasha was telling me the other day that her brother was sick with a stomach virus and she wished that she could be sick, because she never gets sick. I should have known then what trouble she would cause. On Wednesday, Jimmy threw up twice. Yesterday right after I left, George threw up and I guess today, Joey got sick. As did I and Carey. Of course, Tasha hasn't been sick at all. Anyway, starting at 4:30 this morning until about 5 this evening, I wasn't able to keep anything down at all, including small sips of 7-Up. Luckily, the sick time is short, so I now feel totally fine after having slept all morning and a few hours late afternoon. So now I'm wide awake and wanting a cookie my mom brought yesterday. (I won't have one, though. Maybe tomorrow.) Anyway, I'd like to blame this all on Tasha. She cursed everyone around her. And what a waste of a good sick day. I was too sick to do anything but lay in bed. Luckily I have internet on my phone, so I could at least check facebook and e-mail when I was unable to sleep.