We're sick.

I typed that "we're sock" the first time. I think I really am sick. In one way or another.

It's icy outside, so FIL and the NY sisters did not come this weekend for fear of being trapped in Chicago on their layover. Good thing they're rescheduling because . . . We have a yucky nasty knock-you-out kind of cold. I'm still in my pajamas (after 7 pm). I've been laying down all day. The hubby feels better than I do, so I talked him through making most of dinner. I did the parts that I just couldn't explain. (How much milk in the potatoes? I dunno. Until it looks good. How to make the gravy? Oh never mind, I'll just do it.) I sat up to eat, and I'm sitting up now, but I think I will migrate back to the couch in a moment.

My 9-year-old felt like this yesterday evening and today she just has a few sniffles, so hopefully I will feel better tomorrow.

We have an offer on our house, but we don't get the paper contract in hand until Monday. So I'm not getting my hopes up. :p If this goes through, we have to find a house fast. I have about 30 houses saved online and I will look at them all next week if I have to. Heh.