and you can, too, if you come over and give me a big, wet, sloppy kiss.

I wasn’t feeling too great last night, but I chalked it up to what I ate, and please don’t judge me, I went no holds barred: bacon, egg, and cheese biscuit from McDonald’s for breakfast, Fish sandwich from McDonald’s for lunch, (I know, I know, twice in one day),  chips and dip, leftover chicken alfredo from the Macaroni Grille, a huge Reese’s peanut butter cup, and a gigundous piece of chocolate chip pecan pie.

Yeah, gee, why would I feel sick…well, all I can say is I’m glad I didn’t decide to eat razor blades, too.  From midnight to 4 am I was sicker than a dog nonstop.  My husband had to take me to the ER.  I needed 2 bags of saline and my tongue still felt like a dry piece of cardboard.

I thought for sure it was food poisoning, but it’s a virus.  My husband was awesome, he made me the most fantastic bed on the bathroom floor anyone could ask for.  I had a sleeping bag, two more blankets and some pillows, and was very cozy in between sick times…he is awesome.

I actually got on the scale when we got back for giggles, and I gained 2 pounds back from the saline…dammit, I was hoping I could fit into my skinny jeans…I earned the right to wear those after last night.

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