Damn it...damn it....damn it.....

Damn it.  We were supposed to get up this morning and pack up the necessary Legos and clothes and trundle off to meet Ernie at the antique show.  Hang out at the show for awhile (Owen optimistically had told Ernie he could help him sell things) then head to the hotel pool and then order in pizza and Chinese food for dinner.  Maybe a stop at Trader Joe's and perhaps even Penzey's on the way home tomorrow.

Nope.

Last night I thought we were all feeling healthy again.  This morning.....no.  Owen feels sick to his stomach, aches all over and said he wants to stay home.  Leo....well my Leo is heartbroken.  Silent tears running down his cheeks.

Damn it all.  I was looking forward to seeing people at the show.

oh, and I don't have a babysitter for tomorrow night's Jason Ringenberg/Justin Townes Earle show at the Rosebowl but if I've got a sick kid a babysitter doesn't do me much good anyway, now does it?

Damn it.