This morning at 4am, Blake woke up with the flu. I had to be at work at seven, so I told him to skip class and just rest.
Well, work rolls around and I start to feel awful also. It hit me at about 10 am.
Needless to say, neither of us were able to stand up for that long without getting queasy and dizzy, so we didn't go Trick-or-Treating.
I know Glade wouldn't have remembered it at all, but I still feel bummed
This is a picture of her in her costume. I bought it in August and had her try it on. (She is mad, because Blake was in Vegas and she missed him).
She definitely was the cutest monkey. I just wish I had been able to take her out in public.