The family is at their Christmas party for the evening. I was really pushing myself to go because I knew we how important it was to Lizze. I'd mapped out directions and dragged myself out of bed.
I had layed down because I felt like I was gonna puke but after a few hours, I was feeling better and thought I'd be okay to go.
Unfortunately, after about an hour or so of moving around, I wasn't feeling good again. I was stilling willing to push through it and at least make an appearance but Lizze insisted that I stay home and rest. Apparently, I looked about as good as I felt.
Anyway, I'm not sure when everyone will be back but I haven't had the house to myself in about 1.5 years. It's kinda nice actually. ☺
Of course, I'm resting on the couch watching *Die Hard. *It's kind of a Christmas movie.. ☺
