Silly Richelle

Saturday morning I eventually dragged myself out of bed and headed into the bathroom . . . laying open on the floor was a medical reference book. I thought that was a little weird, but my curiosity was peeked (especially since it wasn't there when I went to bed at midnight), so I took a gander to see what page it was open to. I was even more curious after I saw that it was opened to the "appendicitis" article.

So, I was a little confused - and in all honesty, a little amused - so I went back to Richelle (who was mostly awake, but still in bed) and said something like, "Um, Richelle, why is there a book on the floor in the bathroom . . . and, um, why is it open to the appendicitis section?"

She grinned sheepishly, and said in her most innocent voice, "Well, you see, I had that leftover pizza last night," she started in a rush, "and it upset my stomach . . . and you know how I'm sunburned . . . and well, I um," then just about as fast as she could talk, she finished "I thought I was suffering from appendicitis last night because my stomach hurt and I had a fever (which was really just my sunburn), okay?"

I just smiled this huge smile as she looked at me all innocently . . . but then she added, "I left the book out so that if I didn't wake up, well, then you'd know what happened to me."

Seriously, how cute is that!