Thursday, May 5, 2011

Down with Disease

I woke up this morning to the sound of someone puking - LOUDLY. It was Justin - he was clinging to the rim of the toilet for dear life.

I promptly quarantined him in the back bedroom. Justin either had the stomach flu, and I would protect the rest of the family with Lysol, or perhaps I had poisoned him with last night's chicken. I couldn't quite be sure.

However, as the day has pressed on, my stomach has become more and more uneasy. I'm now calling it. The food poisoning theory has been defeated (please, like the chicken would be undercooked - I burn the hell out of everything) - the stomach flu has won. I'm afraid that Lysol could not protect me and I am going down with the ship.

You'll have to excuse me for awhile - I now have a date with the toilet.

Stay well blog readers....

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