It's Saturday AM, JR's on his way down from Philly, I should be cleaning/doing laundry/grocery shopping and looking forward to a fun weekend.
Instead I'm laying in bed, sipping ginger ale and nibbling on saltines, praying that my stomach starts cooperating and that the chills go away. Ugh - I HATE being sick. I found my nifty thermometer that my parents bought me years ago when they visited - I'm normal, 98.6. I started feeling awful last night after ice skating and dinner, just thinking I was run down from the week. My latest theory is that it's food poisoning. I made pasta the other night, and mixed some pesto with tomato sauce. Of course after prepping my food, I realized there was a tiny bit of mold on the lid of the tomato sauce. None in the actual sauce, just the lid. And since I only put one spoonful of tomato sauce in the mix, I figured it wouldn't kill me. I guess I thought wrong!
Naseau is not my friend.........
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Uh oh, you're having a moldy tomato baby! I'm the godmother!!!
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