They say bad luck runs in three's. I'm really hoping that's not true! We're holding steady at two, and I'd like it to stay that way!! Last weekend we left early Friday morning to head to the farm again. Mom and Dad traditionally eat at Ihop for breakfast on the way. The same Ihop every time they go. So, we ate at Ihop. And two hours after we made it to the farm, Max started throwing up. Then Connor. Then me. All. Night. Long. I slept on the floor of the ONLY BATHROOM in Grandpa's house. There's currently no toilet in the new house yet. Everytime someone else had an emergency, I had to crawl out of the bathroom and pray that they were quick. We had food poisoning. And it's still in our systems, because I just started having stomach cramps again yesterday. It went through all of us, including Maggie. Worst weekend/week of my life. Ever. We didn't get much done on the new house. We basically drove 5 hours just to throw up in a nasty old bathroom for the weekend and then drive back.
A few days ago, Rob was working on his van's radiator in the garage. And this happened.
Gross. But it wasn't as bad as we thought when it happened! He came in from the garage clutching his hand to his chest, and the blood was really flowing! I thought he'd taken his whole finger off! Thankfully it just took a few stitches and bandages.
So now what?
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