I threw up in the Seattle airport. Which, to be honest, was kind of a relief since I'd felt perpetually sick all day and had fought the idea of throwing up in one of those ridiculously small barf bags pretty much all day. At least I made it all the way to a toliet. Ugg. I'm still feeling rather ill. Some sort of island sickness I'm sure.
In other news, Brett and I are off to try and get me a cell phone. And then I'm home to write down all the many things that were water damaged in my moving truck ( turns out my little move up to Washington DID NOT go without a hitch.)...so far the things I'm really sick about are some priceless books ( in my opinion because they are out of print) and my scripture plaque that my church gave my for my high school graduation...other than that-things like my bed and my bookcases...they can be replaced. right?
So, I officially live in rainy and cold Washington now. I thought they said that summers were nice?! hehehe.