Going to the aquarium!

A few days (weeks?) ago I woke up from my nap on the couch to find this on the bedroom door/bed:

Now you don't HAVE to agree with me, but my husband is the absolute cutest and I know it. You should probably also know that I LOVE aquariums. Zoos aren't really my thing, but there is just something about those otters, sharks, and weird/huge fish that is just so intriguing to me. So we spent about 3-4 hours at a relatively small aquarium, visited every animal twice (even the bird eating tarantula), and acted more like kids than all the kids there. I loved it so much. (Pictured below)

Coolest fish ever!

We had to fight the little kids to get in here

Unfortunately there was some bad news... I have to find all of the animals, even the ones that hide in the corners and stuff. So, I spent most of the day concentrating really hard while looking through bent glass and water. Add that to being super hungry, and it was the perfect recipe for a headache. So we hightailed it outta there to get some applebees. This is when things started getting really weird. I was telling Andrew how I couldn't focus on the menu. I just couldn't read it, I thought I was going blind! I finally ordered and we were so hungry that we actually got an appetizer too. About halfway through those cheese sticks, I got the worst headache of my life, I thought someone was poking my brain with a pocketknife. When they brought us our food, I suddenly didn't feel very well. In fact, we didn't even take one bite but just packed it up and left. We went across the street to get me some medicine, and while Andrew was inside I threw up in the parking lot. I NEVER throw up! The worst part was we were still 30 or 40 minutes from home. I cried the whole way and Andrew kept lying to me and saying we were almost home. I had a HUGE test on Monday which I had of course been planning to study for that night. But, considering that I threw up again when we got home, and that I was in the worst pain of my whole life (I know, I know, just wait till childbirth), I didn't get anything done. My loving husband did stay by my side and hold my hand for the 3 hours until I could fall asleep though. :) Apparently that's called a migraine, who knew? Anna, I have so much more empathy for you now. That was rough. 

Oh, and we gave talks in church the next day (Easter).