Last night was the longest night ever.

Poor Pageant Barbie has contracted the flu only a few days before she is supposed to be leaving for New York. I, being the kind, lovely and noble sister that I am, stayed up with her all night, arranging covers, giving her warm rags, keeping her warm, giving her my blankets, filling up her water bottle and assiting her in vomiting. Yes, too much information.

I really did not mind, whatsoever. Joy, when she is sick, is one of those people whom you do not MIND helping merely because they are so pitiful looking. And, you are quite sure, this will be the last time you EVER see her because she is HELL BENT on death.

In the moments where I tried to sleep it was thwarted with wet hair and not enough blankets. So, this morning, not only do I have bad hair, I have a stuffy nose, headache, dark circles under my eyes and a very short temper.



Pray for the mere mortals that stumble across my way.