We’d planned on going to Evansville for Memorial Day weekend.
Unfortunately, Pam started to get violently sick on Tuesday night.
She’d thought that she’d let the Evansville contingent know that she was sick and that we wouldn’t go because she didn’t want to infect anyone.
By the time she was ready to send the massage, Pam had gotten a message from Morgan saying that Hazel was sick and that he was worried about Hazel getting us sick.
This is exactly how we got sick before.
At this point I figured that we’d dodged any bullets from the curse that we sometimes run into when traveling.
To make up for not going to Evansville, Pam ordered 5 yards of shredded bark for us to spread around the garden.
For me, this raised the question “what did I do”?
Oh well, at least we had a nice, quiet weekend and no one got sick…
…until I woke up around 1:00am today and threw up the last few meals.
So much for dodging bullets.
Pam says that I need to mention that I hadn’t finished putting down the bark and that she got stuck doing that.