We had an absolutely memorable Thanksgiving. It started with Phin throwing up on Wednesday afternoon around 5 p.m. I had just gotten back from seeing the second Hunger Games movie with Lucy and was trying to get everyone to clean up the house a little bit. Phin wasn't doing anything and was just laying on the floor. I thought he was just being lazy, but then he said "I feel like I'm going to throw up and I'm serious!" So I told him to go throw up then and he did -- halfway to the bathroom, grrr. So I cancelled our plans with the Thayn's. He was sick until halfway through the next day, but then we were all feeling pretty good for our actual Thanksgiving dinner. By that night Dad wasn't feeling well and at 1 in the morning Archie started puking. He was every 30 minutes or so with us having to change all of his clothes and bedding every time then Ibby started at 3 with not quite making it down the attic stairs... that carpet did not look pretty. By the next day Charles wasn't feeling very well either. Around noon Phin comes upstairs and asks why water is coming down through the dining room light. I run down there and the chandelier looks like a fountain! Quite pretty, I suppose, but worrisome! We call a plumber, but no one can come for a while since it is a holiday. When he comes he says that something broke in the tub above (and they were over here fixing that all morning -- $700 we weren't planning on spending). Then Lucy got sick Friday night and I was throwing up all day on Saturday so Dad's birthday was kind of a bust. We celebrated yesterday, but everyone's tummies were still a little sensitive. We have tons of leftovers since I still made everything and we didn't share nor did we eat very much. How do you like that appetizing tale?