On the first night of intestinal plague 2006, Evan barfed in the area between Doug and I’s pillows. We wiped, scrubbed and covered the area with a towel. Then we moved our heads to the foot of the bed and put our feet on the towel covered wet areas. Poor Molly got relocated to the nastiest part of the bed. She spent the entire night trying to wiggle into our dry spots. We told this story to Dean and Jeni. Today we received a gift from Dean and Jeni. New sheets. I think there was a message in there somewhere.