Okay so I don't know if it's Karma or Fate, or the Universe, but someone with a wicked sense of humor reads my blog.
And they called my bluff.
I don't really like to live dangerously. I don't want to die in the arms of Ben & Jerry. I don't like throwing up. I lied to sound tough to you, Blog Readers, and I'm sorry.
I have narrowed down the possible suspects down to two: Ben & Jerry's Peanut Butter Cup, or nachos from a local yummy place. I hope it was the nachos.
Either way, it was a terrible weekend spent on the couch in a fitful sleep alongside a very patient foxhound. I'm glad to be done with it.
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urgh. so sorry. are you well now?
Yes, thanks Ricë- I'm almost all the way back to normal. Although the maker of those nachos better hope he never meets me in a dark alley!
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