No it was my husband who is suffering from some kind of gastro-intestinal nightmare.
I'm sure it's just some kind of virus. Or the fact that he ate all the food I made the other night for the whole family almost by himself.
He's sure he's dying of salmonella via chicken taco from the taco truck.
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And in true husband fashion, if the man can't sleep? The woman must be woken up. You know, because I really want to know
Thanks Honey!!
But even though he couldn't make it to the bathroom he still left to go to work. Which is a one and a half
2 comments:
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I loved this. It's true there is comfort when someone shares your misery!
Nice one Julie! Ikkkkk. TMI
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