in which i tell you that i am barfing like a twenty one year old after her first boozey night
Notice how I kept that clean? With the twenty one nonsense? Because twenty-one is the latest drinking age among my readers and so I made sure I was not going to corrupt anyone. By accident or whatnot. No corruption here. All innocent and good.
underage drinking is bad
See?
Not that I’ve been drinking. Hardly that. I’ve got something living in my digtestive system. An unwanted guest. A guest I could likey Google but that’s like when you see a picture of a bed bug. Bed bugs are harmless in actual pixels but when you magnify those little motherfuckers (oops, G rated no more) everyone is all STERILIZE MY HOUSE! GET ME A THOUSAND HEPA FILTERS, PRONTO! BURN MY MATRESS!
Basically, I do not need a visual of the digestive intruder currently intruding on my digestion. If you’ve got one, keep it to yourself.
(blarch)
The kids have been vomiting since, what? I don’t know, really. It’s a blur. I haven’t slept since it all began. Might have been twenty oh two. March. I think.
My least favorite thing about barfing is this: when it comes so fast that it flies up your sinuses and it feels like your head has been filled with acid. Yay, that.
And still, managed to eke out a new post at interskew.com. I make someone cry. It’s funny.
I’ve never had puke fly out my nose – you poor thing – that does NOT sound like a good time! (but what a trooper!) Feel better! Off to read interskew!
oh my goodness. feel better… and thank you for taking time to send me well-wishes when you are all barfy. kick the parasite’s ass!
Ew… Feel better.
I’m hoping you’re feeling better now, along with your whole household. Are you feeling good enough to drink like a newly aged 21 year old?