I have no fun projects or pictures to post today. I'm sitting in a hotel room in Orlando and I'm the only one awake. I'm awake, only because my stomach hurts so bad. I started feeling sick around 1 a.m. and I'm blaming it on the lobster bisque DH and I had for dinner, although he's not sick (the soup was from one of those "help yourself" pots at the grocery store).
We are in Orlando because DH is attending the funeral of his oldest nephew, who died from the flu a few days ago. The nephew was in his thirties (DH is the youngest of 6 kids, so there is a big age difference between him and his oldest sister) and Blaze and I never met him, so our plan is to go to the Orlando Science Museum, while DH is at the funeral.