I am too sick for words. Apparently I'm too sick for Tylenol or DayQuil either, although both the drugs and I are struggling valiantly against the desire to curl up in a ball and cover my head for at least a week.
The fire victims are doing better, donations of food, clothes, money and furniture have come pouring out of our community and have renewed my faith in it...even through my acetaminaophin haze.
Soon there will be more about the crazy trip to the Bahamas with the Family of G, but for now here are some pictures of the awesomeness that is me, and those who get to bask in my glow.
Me, Sister of G and Nephew of G
Papa G and his Favorite Daughter on his 80th Birthday!
Papa G and all his women...well, not ALL of them... just the Sisters G!