My Poor Mother

Remember when I mentioned that Daniel and I have been sick over the past few days?

Well, the other night, I took NyQuil.  Even a partial dose of NyQuil knocks me out pretty effectively, but I had taken a full dose at about 7:30pm, so when I woke up (if you can call it that) when my mom called at 9pm, I was l-o-o-p-y.

*groan*

Becky?

Uh…

Are you alright?

Ungh…

Did something happen?  What’s wrong?

Ruuummmggg *sniff*

Um…are you sick?

Eah…errrrr……Eye…illlll….

Okay, go back to sleep.  I’ll talk to you tomorrow…

Arrrphh…*snore*

At least that’s the conversation I remember!  I called her the next morning to make sure she knew I was alive and well and, laughing, she said, “I was just trying to figure out if you were upset or drugged!” 

Next time I take NyQuil, I’ll make sure to send out a mass e-mail to alert my family members.  Or at least keep my phone out of arm’s reach.   

Thankfully, Daniel and I are both pulling out of our colds.  Daniel just finished his last final (YAY!) and we’re on the last stretch before we leave for a Colorado Christmas with my family, meaning we need to become wrapping fiends, and soon.

But, first, we’re off to order blinds and become Costco members!