I've consumed maybe 700 total calories since Sunday afternoon at 3:00 maybe half of which has actually made it past my stomach into the rest of my digestive tract. The Killer Flu - a little souvenir from Wisconsin.
I told my Bubba that if I don't feel better by today that I would really just rather die. And then I'd like to be cremated and stay in the closet. And his new wife can hang her clothes next to my urn.
I'm alone with the girl today because there's no way the Bubba could take more work off (did I tell you about the layoffs going around??). We'll just go ahead and see how that plays out.
Send some good thoughts my way, friends.