(Original photo stolen from ©Richard Cummins Lonely Planet Images)
Saturday: trip to Vegas scheduled, mentally gearing up.
Sunday: trip to Vegas in question
Monday: trip to Vegas back on
Tuesday: trip to Vegas definitely canceled, and DO NOT TEST MY RESOLVE, YOUNG LADY
Wednesday: trip to Vegas tentatively back on, pending abdication of parental judgment
Thursday morning: trip to Vegas OFF! OFF! I was right the first time, dammit, and I don't care if it IS your birthday!
Thursday evening: trip to Vegas back on, after an impromptu intervention
Friday morning: trip to Vegas on, packed and ready to go after half days at school and work
Friday afternoon: trip to Vegas postponed due to unscheduled emesis* from birthday girl
Saturday morning: trip to Vegas canceled for the birthday girl and her mama
Saturday evening: trip to Vegas via last-minute air travel nixed due to persistence of symptoms
Sunday morning: Happy birthday, Sparky -- don't barf on your presents
Poor little sick Sparky and I hung out all day and did nothing. Well, Sparky watched Nickelodeon, and I did a jigsaw puzzle. Smedley and her grandparents arrived in Las Vegas after about 12 hours of driving. They will have a fantastic weekend with the cousins (one of whom is THE OTHER birthday girl). We will check the hen houses for eggs and watch "iCarly" and try not to barf, from the flu or from "iCarly."
Sparky and Chas and I wish all of you a very pleasant weekend without emesis* or "iCarly," which is redundant.
*That'd be barf