Poison...Not the 80's band

Here it is, the Monday after the 4th, and I am down with what my hubby says is food poisoning. What a way to kick off his one and only week at home before football starts. Oh, the joys of living in B-town and being a "Raw, Raw" Pirate wife. Think the aforementioned poisoning stemmed from hubby's dire need to eat here after church, or he would just die. Normally we can't eat there as said hubby has a severe "blow up like a pufferfish" allergy to shellfish, and we all know what other restaurant chains with the above mentioned fried chicken eatery. Found out they do not fry the chicken in the same grease, so he was appeased, and two hours later, I felt like I was in the bathroom at a bad 80's hairband concert (hugging the porcelain God with one end and a bucket with the other). Why is it in times like this that your pastor decides to call???? I am sure Dave loved hearing me scream at hubby to get me a bucket before I lost it on the floor. Alana, I think bathrooms should be our discussion this week in blogland:)

Needless to say, I am starting to feel better thanks to a lot of the pretty pink stuff and some 7-up. I have to suck it up and feel better by tomorrow as I have to turn into Super Cleaning Woman!!! Why you ask? Our friendly social worker, Annie, is arriving on Wednesday afternoon to finish up our adoption homestudy. Yeah!!!!!!! So, for now, back to the couch, my comfy blanket, and more 7-up...