I think Kathleen was having hunger pangs and confused it with nausea. DP has taken the teenaged girls, who are well so far, to church for a fish dinner. I’m feeding tortillas with melted cheese to the byos. After that, they’ll just have to be hungry until they get through the night safely, she says with probably unwarranted confidence.
We’ll get the mop buckets back out for their room!
The cats are so unhappy about the cold that they haven’t shown up for their dinner.
I don’t think you told us what you are giving up for Lent. Is it Pink Drink?
I’m doing something easy...Busdaddy! ;o]
If I were your cats, I would also be unhappy about the cold. I am ALWAYS unhappy about the cold! And that stems from the car accident in 1961. The shock was so deep, I thought I would never be warm again.
Which is why I moved here...