whodunit?

Yesterday was pretty awesome, even though I was sick on and off all day. I went to buy Dairy King for Cabin 2 during rest period because they won that prize at Carnival. If you didn't know, attempting to purchase 10 Arctic Swirls and a Lemonade while it is 80 degrees outside is not a particularly efficient or mess-free process. Shannon the Awesome was such a trooper and held all those dripping trays on her lap as we drove back to camp. Kudos to her. As I was standing in line at DK, I felt my stomach just go bad. I thought I was just overly full from chicken tenders and mac and cheese, but the next 24 hours would prove that assumption incorrect. We headed back to camp, distributed DK to the children, and had a fire drill in preparation for today's American Camping Association accredidation inspection. I can't even convey the awesomeness that that fire drill was. Our afternoon activity was OAP, which was great because we didn't have to be in charge of anything. Unfortunately, right before we started, one of my kids puked all over the 4-square courts. It was gross, and it definitely didn't help my upset stomach. So, I attempted to sleep on the grass while Dru led the kids in games. I did drag myself up to play Captain's Coming, a staple at Dv8. That made me excited, but also more sick. As I started feeling worse, I just slept in the Lake Lodge while everyone ate dinner. I showered, thinking that I would feel better, and came back down just in time for Campwide Clue. I was feeling (almost) fine at this point, so I joined up with Karen Neal to go from station to station photographing the kids and the celebrity suspects. The game ended with the revelation that Dakota Fanning killed our camp director with a roundhouse kick to the face because she was worried that he would expose her bedwetting problem. Obviously. Nelson Heard was a great Lindsay Lohan, so I got him to take a picture with me while he was still in drag. Just a little uncomfortable. At this point, the cabin staff and the TL's went to Boscobel, the staff house, and hung out and ate Zaxby's while the central staff and the kids watched "Elf." I came back a little early and tried to nap so that I would feel better for Mystery Late Night Dinner. We went to Cabin 1 at like 11:30 and busted in and turned the lights on and started yelling for the kids to wake up. It was hilarious, because half of them jumped out of bed and ran out to the bus, while the other half layed in their beds and cried until we dragged them out. That dinner was one of the most fun nights I have ever had. We squeezed me, Patrick Patterson, Shannon, Ashley, Scott Suggs, and two kids into one booth. I don't think I stopped laughing until the last 10 minutes, when I started feeling pukey again. Josh, one of the campers, ordered wings as an appetizer, and when he got them, we all realized that he doesn't have his front two teeth. Watching him eat those wings was one of the more humorous things I have ever experienced. Stupid me, I ordered a full meal even though I was already feeling sick. I ate some of it, and we went back to camp. I went to sleep but was tossing and turning until about 4:15, when I woke up and went to the bathroom. The floor of the bathroom was wet, so I didn't want to kneel on it. Let me say that I have only puked twice since I was in sixth grade, so it took a lot for me to do it last night. But around 4:45 I realized that it was time, so I put a finger in my throat and said hello to those Huddle House hashbrowns. Mmm-mmm good. The road to recovery is apparently a long one.