Feb 13, 2005 17:53
*moans*
My mom came back with a stomach virus of sorts...which she simultaneously passed on to my grandmother and...*gasps*...my father.
My father is the epitome of 'eat all, and fear none.'
He *NEVER* gets sick from food. The man could eat raw fish, raw meat, rotten veggies, and he would grin and bear it. Not to mention that there would be no consequence to his actions.
And *he's* sick.
*looks around fearfully*
Which means it's only a matter of time before I catch it. I had to catch myself a few minutes ago. My entire dinner almost went chug-a-chug-chug up the trail-tracks of my esophagus [fabulous picture, I know]
Ehh...hope I'm not sick tomorrow.
See ya!
~Weaver