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So I believe that I may have food poisoning.
Let's review how the weekend from hell has gone.
It started off rather normal. Saturday was fine. No major problems then. Sunday we went to a local church. I liked it ... shocking ... and we'll probably go back there again. We had grabbed breakfast at McDonalds, where I had breakfast burritos with about 4 packs of hot sauce. We all decided to go to Buffalo Wild Wings because everybody here has been talking so much about it. I got a salad, the only salad at the table. About half way through my salad, I started to feel a little sick. Went to the bathroom .... could have gotten sick but the manager was in there so I walked out and asked if we were ready to leave yet. Everybody (being my in-laws and Keith) said yes and we got up to leave. Well ... it's a damn good thing we were sitting near the exit because I got sick ... on the floor, on the door, on the concrete, on the pillar ... well ... I got sick everywhere. Embarrasing ... yes.
Well my mother in law, being the intelligent person that she is, decided that she would call and see how I was. Well, after I told her that I was fine, she asked if I needed to tell her anything. And then repeated the question. And repeated it again. Don't know how many other ways I could tell her no.
So I called Alan tonight. Just to make sure they both knew that I was NOT pregnant. Got a giggle out of him ... and a "well when you are you'll tell us right ... oh ::giggle:: I mean if you are you'll tell us right". hahafuckingha. If. If. If. If that ever happens. heh. I don't even want to think about it.
Spring Break is going to be soo insane. Saturday we are leaving and helping Meggie with the St. Patrick's Day parade. Oh the green that will abound. Saturday night we are staying with my parents and going to Abby and Beth's basketball banquet. Sunday we'll go to church with them ... and have an excuse to leave because we are going to Illinois to see Mark and Amara and the little babies. I've bought them sooo many baby clothes and toys. One more reason I shouldn't have my own kids now ... then I couldn't afford to clothe theirs. We're taking Leo with us on this little excursion because I don't want to leave him here with the kittysitter who said that he could starve if they couldn't find the key last time they watched him. Grrr to in-laws and their damn giggling.
Well. I guess I better get back to typing my midterms and projects. Woo hoo.
Damn life.