On Sunday, I spent the evening puking, thanks to a case of food poisoning.
Through a process of elimination, the culprit had to be a piece of lunch meat I had on a wrap.
Deep down, I think Jen was a little glad I got sick. After all, she's been dealing with morning sickness for a few weeks now. She was probably glad I was the one with my head in the toilet instead of her.
4 comments:
I thought it was turkey?
I wasn't glad you were puking; I was just glad it wasn't me. And I had to keep my distance b/c I didn't want to catch any sort of bug from you ... and I felt bad I couldn't comfort you.
I can't believe she didn't hold your hair back and put a wet rag on your neck, Scottie. Where's the love?
Seriously Scottie. She owes you big!
Maybe it wasn't the ham, maybe it was sympathy morning sickness ...
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