pink, brown, yellow, orange and blue, i love you: Out of town, back in town, sick

We made our first trip out of town without The Dude in tow. John played a show in Atlanta and was going to use his skydiving voucher from his bachelor party. I decided to tag along because all those guys are my best friends, and after The Dude being sick and being in his very needy mama stage, it was some well-deserved time off. In short, the trip was fun. The show was great and all my guys survived their jump from 14,000 feet. (Secret: I missed The Dude like crazy.) I could tell everybody is getting old though when John, Alex and Tego all fell asleep at 9:30 on a Saturday in Atlanta. Lame.

Sunday felt like a race to get home so I could hold The Dude and of course, we ended up with a flat tire that delayed us 2 1/2 hours. That sucked. A lot. When I finally did see him, he snuggled right into my neck. It was perfect. I had cuddly dogs and a cuddly son who thought everything I did was the greatest thing ever.

Now, I'm sick. Cause I wasn't lame in Atlanta and I actually stayed up and got little sleep. Either that or The Dude gave me whatever he had a couple of weeks ago. I'm blaming it on him.

I had my labs done today, so we'll find out on Monday what's going on with me. Kidneys, cholesterol, thyroid. Whatever it is, I want to get it better and be healthy again.

Here's The Dude playing peek a boo (being the peek a booer). He was shirtless cause he was sick with a fever. (He really acts sick, huh. That's why it's so hard to tell when he's not feeling good. Happiest baby ever.)