It had to be the chicken!

Annsley woke up last night about 11:00 and threw up. Doug's first question was, "What did she eat?" After the second time, he asked, "OK, Mom, what did she have for lunch?" I gave him the menu for the day. Could it have been the rolled tacos? the avocado? or the deceptive mandarin orange? I slept through the 3rd time; he was a good daddy and tended to his daughter all by himself. Kennedi woke up at 6:00 throwing up. After I get her cleaned up and back to bed, he asks again, "What did they eat that could have made them so sick?"

My question is why do guys always look at food as the culprit when somebody throws up? Never mind that his school has a stomach virus running through it. For the nearly 20 years of marriage, every single time he has gotten a stomach virus/flu he has always known it was because of the "chicken" he ate the night before. The last time he got the flu, I was telling my sister on the phone about it, and I could hear my brother-in-law in the background ask, "What'd he eat?" What is it with guys??? Is it simply more manly to say, "The chicken got me!" rather than admit your body succumbed to little microscopic invaders? Has anyone else experienced this phenomenon?

My goal is to have all our tax stuff ready to be mailed to our accountant by January 31. Trust me, it is a good year when I have it ready by April; however, knowing that Russia is probably going to want a new tax return has spurred my ambitious side a bit. I scanned our photo listing to Joylyn yesterday and she said it all looked great and no redo! That was really good news as my house is no longer clean. It's amazing how fast it can go from that "Mr. Clean Ready for the Home Visit" clean to crunchy floors and papers piled on the kitchen counters. Yes, my floors crunch when you walk on them a majority of the time. I make a move to mop them when my socks stick though. On a really bad day, I just wear shoes. Who in the world has time to bring out the sweeper vac 4 or 5 times a day? So it's out there...I'm not an Alice...I used to be and then the children came. I need an Alice!

Doug just called. He's not feeling 100% today. He wonders if it could have been the brisket we ate last night! (Never mind the fact that I have no symptoms.) He then asked if I had fully cooked the girls' tacos yesterday.... It's always the food to blame!