Sick Days
Whatever it is that I did, I’m sorry. I’m sorry a thousand times. Just please release me from this hell.
I have the stomach flu. The cold sweats, clutching a bucket, barfing and afraid to move my eyes more than a millimeter kind of sick. There was a brief moment last week when The Sweetie was hit with the flu and I thought it might not be a bad way to kick start my weight loss regimen, but I was gravely mistaken. I take it all back.
Just. Make. It. Stop.
