It's that time of the year again, and I almost didn't remember! I woke up feeling queasy and with a major headache on top of the stubborn cold, so I took some ibuprofen and went back to bed. My sister called at half past one in the afternoon and was feeling sick as well. And she was so mad, since it was
Waffle Day and we had planned to celebrate it together as usual. We both felt really unwell and didn't think we'd be able to neither make nor eat the waffles, but decided to wait a few hours and see if it got better. My sister needed to pass by the gym at 18 anyway, even if she definitely couldn't take the class, and she came by my place after that.
So the night ended with me making waffles and she sitting on my sofa with higher and higher fever. At least we managed to keep the few waffles down that we ate. I have at least a pint of batter left in the fridge. And yes, more CSI was watched *g*. I sat in one corner of the sofa with a mountain of tissues and a very red nose, and she in the other with a cold towel around her head. What miserable sisters we are.
We also kind of felt bound to the waffle-eating since we've honoured our grandfather's Death Day the last three years by having them, and today it was four years since he passed away. Morfar Anton, we still miss you!
Here, have a pic of last year's waffles: