Emily with my sweet friend Joan at the party!
On a sad note, Dave did not get to spend time with Emily last night. Instead, my poor hubby spent yesterday hugging our toilet. He has some sort of stomach bug. It's hard to see my manly man reduced to a shriveled up pile of blue sweatsuit on the couch. He was finally able to keep down a chocolate milkshake last night after the party and an Arby's sandwich. I still don't understand how he can eat that stuff when he's sick. I don't even like it when I'm well. But, hey, at least he kept something down. He seems to be feeling a little better, this morning. He politely kept his germs confined to the couch last night, but please pray that his stomach bug doesn't bite me or Emily. So far, so good.