Squeak!

Things were fun this weekend around the old HQ because my sister Rachel visited from Chicago.  It's always fun to spend time with her.  We look a lot alike, we laugh at the same things, and also, I get to tease her about sounding like a cartoon character.  In true big sister fashion, gentle readers, I have her convinced that I think her voice is squeaky but mine isn't -- even though in reality I know we sound exactly the same.

The question in my mind is "am I a genius or what?" but I'm sure the question in your mind is "why do they sound like cartoon characters?"  The answer is, I don't know.  Our other sister sounds perfectly normal and sings like an angel.  I suspect neither Rachel nor I paid attention when announcements were made in heaven about where the lines were forming to choose adult voices, so we got stuck with kid voices forever.

Yesterday morning I woke up with a sore throat, which has since developed into some kind of a virus.  I'm assuming this is because I spent all day Saturday with the little petri dishes my beloved nieces and nephew.  Now I sound like a cartoon character who's been a little too free with the whiskey and cigarettes.  It is not an improvement.

San Diego: Day 3

I woke up on my third day in San Diego, too sick to move. I lay on the couch that was my bed, alternating between feverish dreams and wondering if I was going to die. Monica wasn't feeling much better.


We also discovered that there was a huge winter storm barrelling down on most of the country. We knew we would have to forego Route 66, but didn't know which other route would be safer. At any rate, we were really too sick to care.

San Diego: Day 4

When we woke up on Monday morning, we were both still sick. Very sick. Skip-all-meals-and-sleep-all-day sick. We decided to forego packing and roadtripping for another day.