Didn't I just say that things always go wrong at the worst time? I really shouldn't have said that.
Jason has the flu. He's pretty sick and he almost never gets sick. I guess when you cram 170 guys in one building they share more than just the bathroom. That means I can count on someone getting sick after our visit this weekend. Of course we're still going! We can't pass up a chance to spend a couple of days visiting Daddy!
I just hope Daddy doesn't breathe on us or anything. Ick.
