We go maybe a week without puke and then it hits again. I think I have been a pretty good sport until yesterday when it finally hit me. I now have the pukes capped off with the nasty cold I caught from my hubby or the Target cashier I am not quite sure. But, since I have kissed Dave numerous times and only kissed Captain Target once, I am blaming Dave for what ails me. It is easier to pick on the ones you love the most anyway.
Last night I went to bed at 6:30pm and woke up with chicken nuggets and fries in my bed. I am not sure what went on at my house last night, but considering I was unconscious and Dave is also ill, I guess I should be grateful no one was injured and the house was still standing. Even if it looked and kind of smelled like a frat house on Sunday morning.
I don't do sick well so I am signing off...
1 comment:
Sorry you're under the weather. Hope you can "check out and leave". (I was going along with your song analogy.)
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