Good morning, sweetie. Hubby is over his malaria. Daughter has it. Different brand.
Yesterday, about noon, I was reviewing what I needed to finish prepping for snacks at this conference. I was thinking everything was under control and I could relax for a minute more or so. Then, I sat straight up and started screaming, "AAAAAAAHHHH! Oh No! OH NO! OH NO!" Then I jumped up and ran down the hall to the computer room.
The daughter, home sick with that malaria comes to me. "Mom, what has happened?" She is really concerned.
I am frantically calling up the contracts on the computer. "It's the Absolutarians [one of the nationalities of people working here]! I forgot about the Absolutarians! They're having a BIG ceremony today and I forgot all about it."
I remembered about them in time and things went extremely well.
But tonight, I was relaying the story to my director and he laughed and said, "I say that about them all the time. 'It's the Absolutarians! The Absolutarians!'" LOL!
Darn malaria. I wish it would leave you people alone!
That cartoon, Dog!!
Raven, would you like me to tape the Friedman show for you?