Ashlee

Saturday night. The ballgame was over and I'd played as much of Silent Hill 4 as I could with my still-queasy stomach. We were channel surfing and had ended up on Saturday Night Live.

"Once again, Ashlee Simpson," Jude Law said.

"I don't watch Ashlee Simpson," Sonya declared. I changed channels.

And that's how we missed one of the greatest moments of television ever. It's all over the internet, though, and so worth seeing. Hunt it down.

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Sorry I was quiet last week. We were out of town from Monday morning 'til Wednesday night. Sonya stayed home with John Thursday while I went to work. I called right before I started home, thinking I might pick up some dinner.

"I don't feel so good," Sonya admitted.

"Don't worry," I told her, "I'll bring you some dinner and you'll feel better."

But she didn't feel better. Sonya had a sour belly, and she was asleep by nine. She was up bright and early at three, puking vigorously.

Which I started doing at six. We both staggered off to work, though, and had equally hellish days. Sonya's back to normal; I'm still a little delicate. All the family back in West Memphis is sick, too. It's going around, they tell me.

We did nothing exciting this weekend, what with the vomit and all. Target and the toy store, oil change, dog food. Sonya went to Party City to get some basic stuff for John's birthday party and she came back with a quarter-pounder for me. It was so tasty and exotic after a couple of days of white bread and Sprite.