Before the amazing game of charades, Kate gave us an object lesson on repentance. She had a plate that was covered in salt. The white salt represented our clean, sinless innocence. Then, we sin (sprinkle some dirty pepper on the white salt). As Kate was sprinkling on the pepper, she explained, "Say we decide to do something bad, like go to a stripper club. Now, we're not clean anymore! But, we can repent."
She rubbed a plastic spoon on the carpet to gather some static electricity, then hovered it over the pepper sprinkles. Wow! It pulled the pepper away like a magnet!
Our game of charades was only acted out by 3 people. Me, Kate and Sarah. We are the only ones not currently suffering from diarrhea or barfing. Yet. The pooper and barfer were still able to participate by sitting still on the couch and guessing.
Neal thought he could sneak into work today and handle himself. That's what Immodium is for, right? He needed to drive to Corvallis to do something courty. Since he was in the area, he decided to stop and visit a client to talk to him about his case. The client is Lebanese, and owns a restaurant. Neal really likes the guy, and the guy likes him, so the client said, "You are my great friend! You must enjoy the best we have to offer! Sit! Eat!"
Oooooo. This could be tricky. You know when you're suffering from a little gastroenteritis and you just know when you shouldn't eat certain things? Today should have been a saltine and gatorade kind of day, but he ended up eating falafel and such.
He barely made it home.
As I was making a coconut shrimp curry dish for dinner tonight, Abby started filling the barf pan. I aborted that dish and threw it in the freezer. It was another one of those feelings, "Um, we probably shouldn't eat that if we're getting sick." We opted instead for macaroni and cheese, oranges, apples, and bananas. That might be a little more pleasant to barf up in the middle of the night.
A little love from this boy.