If Man Plans and God Laughs, Then

My life must be a constant source of amusement for The Big Guy.
We had planned to head south to visit with PDaddy's sis and family today after school, since this was a long weekend for all of us. In keeping with the viral traditions of our family, Sam commenced to vomiting at 3:30 this morning and hasn't stopped. We went to the doc fearing strep, but the test was negative. Doc feared the flu, gasp!, but that test was negative too. What we do have is a 103.4 degree temp, chest congestion that came out of nowhere, vomiting, and a headache with extreme body shaking chills. The red monster, I'm sorry to say, is a sick little guy.
Not only were our travel plans dashed, but today was our final day of semester exams as well as our St. Jude basketball game (students v. faculty.) Not a good day, by any standards, to have a sub standing in your stead. I only hope that things didn't go amuck. Riiight.
After we left the pediatrician's office, we headed to Super Target. I was starving and tried to tempt Sam into eating anything...something, but he wouldn't do it. I whizzed through ChickfilA and ordered a Number One to which the girl on the speaker asked, "Would you like to Super Size that to get a free brownie?" To which I replied, "I'll do anything for a brownie." To which she replied, "AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHA." Seriously, when she stopped guffawing over the intercom like a lunatic, she told me to pull around where I found her still laughing...and missing some teeth. Well, glad I could add some cheer to her toothless world. At Target, we picked up some Motrin, a few sick-tummy friendly snacks (popsicles, crackers, Gatorade,) and a toy to make the Samster feel better. I also found these neato cold packs that are for bumps, bruises and fevers that have character covers on them that you slip the gel cold pack into. They're very soft, silky, and cute, so I got each kid one. Sam picked out some army men with army supplies to go with the tank Aunt Jewel got him for Christmas. He is now ready to wage WWIII when he is finished convalescing. I also found Soph some new gymnastics clothes. Target had just put out some cute cotton twirly skirts (that were double-lined and looked really comfy) and cute tees to go with them, so I picked up a couple of those as well. Add to that some Premysn, hallowed moment of silence, and we headed back out into the 26 degree freezer to get back to the car. Sam was begging (and shivering excessively) to go home, so here we are. He's managed to puke 3 times since we got home, and after the last bath, he is resting in his bed watching The Incredibles, and I'm keeping the fire in the fireplace company. Siigghh. I wonder who'll have it next.......