Well darn. We were wrong.

Just kidding everybody, no one had scarlet fever. The blood work came back negative. So what did Morgan and Beth have? To answer this question, I propose another riddle.

I live in the tropics all over the planet.
I'm pretty darn random so you can't really plan it.
I fly through the air carried by my best peeps.
Your eyes and skin burn so good luck getting sleep(s).
I sometimes cause rashes all over your skin.
But no throwing up so you don't need a bin!
Though you hurt everywhere, can't use Bengay reliever.
I ain't no Miss Scarlet, I'm the great Dengue Fever!

Okay that was lame, but I'm on meds right now so I can't think. The nurse thinks I have it too...but I'm not totally sure. I got all the symptoms except the rash so we'll see how it plays out. My fever came and went yesterday so at least it doesn't hurt as bad to exist anymore. My eyes and head are close to exploding, however, so that's fun. Anyway, yea, Morgan and Beth each had dengue, which means that there was just an infected mosquito flying around getting 'em both. It's not contagious and is a virus so you just have to get over it. They're feeling much better though and it's been a joy to see them for the last time before we meet up again at the airport! Crazy! One week left.

I know I promised to tell you all about Friday, buuuut it's a longer story that I'm positive would be funnier if I'm not so out of it. For all I know I only think I'm typing about dengue fever...I'm either actually asleep right now or I'm really just talking about eating mud or something. Oh hey, I almost did that on Friday too.

One more little story. This morning at 8 one of the kids came to tell me to come to the house and help them get ready because the two normal helpers were practicing for worship today. The first thing I saw when I walked outside was his super adorable face. The second thing I saw were the two biggest spiders I've ever seen in person crawling on his shirt. They were both barely smaller than my palm. Not that I have arachnophobia really bad, but I have arachnophobia really bad. "Why do you have spiders on your shirt?!" "Huh?" "Don't be like that! Those are huge!" "Oh these? You scared?" "What do you think?!" Then he chased me to his house saying "I just want a hug!"... "Liar! Don't touch me!" Turns out two of the boys went to run an errand last night and the car broke down so they went to a gas station that doubles as the lair of Ariadne the Spider Queen. Webs everywhere. Then I learned from the main house helper guy just before he left that there were spiders twice that size...and the kids were just running around grabbing them and putting them in a bottle. Apparently the gas station guy told them they don't have poison. Well that's great. But when spiders are that big they don't need poison, they can just decapitate you with a thought. Uuugh, my weekend was been like a reverse showing of some Fear Factor episode. I'll explain the Friday thing later.

Anyway, I'm gonna go get some sleep. I'm running on a combined total of 15 hours in the last four nights and my head hurts like I just got kicked by very angry person made of slightly malleable plastic. Hm, bad analogy.

-Matt