You know, I've always thought of the stomach flu as some sort of urban call-in-sick-to-work myth. Or, perhaps more commonly, as a euphemism for a hangover.
(Maybe that's just me.)
I mean, who gets the stomach flu? Not me. At least not since yesterday: the honest-to-god stomach flu is what I've had for the past 36 hours. And it kicked my little butt to the toilet and back. About 50 gazillion times!
So I'm doing a little better today. This word no longer makes me want to hurl:
I'll try to return to my blogging obligations as soon as pie. (pie?)
* What we ate on Super Bowl Sunday, as well as lunch on Monday...
PS. I have now gone from this:
I had to miss my fucking wine class last night!!!!!!!