It's Official.

I have salmonella poisoning.

Yay...

So unfortunately I haven't been up to moving around and taking pictures, but I'll make up for that this weekend (I've decided that I'm going to feel better by then or die trying -- I hate being sick and I really don't like doctors so I'd rather not go see them.)

Let's see, last night we were talking about something the boy had heard something interesing on one of the radio talk shows. Now, Elliott in the morning is not exactly 100% fact because it's usually just some crazy bit of news to start a conversation going, but he brought up that some fortune teller or the like had prophesied that Obama "wouldn't see the Inauguration." Now, first words out of my mouth are: "Is he going blind?" 

That's when we got to talking about the fact that this could mean a million different things. Maybe he'll get salmonella poisoning and they'll have to have a special ceremony in a hospital room or hanging out in the White House master bedroom in his PJs and he won't get the usual ceremony (which would make a lot of people who spent thousands of dollars on hotel rooms very upset, I'm sure). Maybe one of his daughters will be playing around and accidentally poke him in the eye. Maybe he'll be so moved by the experience he'll start crying and find it very hard to see.

There are a million possibilities and it really made me wonder about people who call up psychic hotlines or have their palms read in order to make decisions on things. How do you know what in the world they're actually talking about (if, in fact, they know what they're talking about in the first place). "You will be very rich in the future." Oh wow, really? That's awesome! So you decide to spend everything you've got now and move to India because it's always been your dream and hey! you're going to be rich soon so there's no worry about spending too much because you're going to have truckloads of cash later. Well, that's when you have your first experience with the monsoon season and find yourself very, very rich...in wind and rain. Hrm, well now you're in a pickle...

I think my fever is talking at the moment so I'll leave this for the moment and hopefully catch a nap.