Christmas revenge
Okay, so my mother in law is an awesome cook. She made all these
cocktail wieners that were delicious. I ate about twelve thousand of
them. Then, at 11 p.m., on Christmas eve, I realized all was not well.
By six am Xmas morning I was violently ill with both nausea and "the
other". I slept all day, because if I stood up, I got dizzy and sick
again. I'm covered with a rash. Blech. So all I did xmas day is lay in
bed and intermittently come downstairs and get water, throw up and
return to my lair. I wear a glow in the dark skeleton ring on my
right pinkie, and I watched it lose its glow about eight times, b/c I
was so bored and sick. Meanwhile, downstairs, everyone is having a
blast with Christmas. Thank god for my husband taking care of
everything while I lay covered in sweat.
Highlights:
My son got a pirate ship from his auntie on xmas eve. After he opened his santa gifts, he asked my husband to put his pirate
ship together. My husband, worked on that crazy bitch of molded
plastic for an hour. Once completed, my son said "Pirates are boring
daddy, you can play with it by yourself." and went back to playing with
his slinky, which has been by far his favorite gift.
My dad called, and I was too sick to go get the phone. From what I
overheard, the guaranteed shipping by Amazon.com of the egyptian cotton
bath towels failed, and no one, including my grandma, got their
presents.
I was supposed to go to my pappaws farm, but was way too sick. Thank
god I did not do the gift exchange this year. Something always happens,
like snow, or food poisoning that keeps me from attending the gift
exchange and then everyone is angry b/c they take the fact that I did
not show up with their ten dollar gift personally.
Anyway, Its 3:17, I'm going to go lay back down. I'm happy to be alive!