I Don't Get Sick.

Two words (plus 5):  stomach virus (from the pits of hell).  

Oh. My. Word. 

I have spent some quality time on my bathroom floor appreciating the coolness of the tiles.  

Praying that the agony would stop.  

Wondering who on earth shared this awfulness with me.  

Mentally punching them in the face.  

Today is better.  But I'm still wiped completely. 

I'm behind at work.  

I'm behind around the house. 

But my behind is going to sit on the couch and snack on crackers and ginger ale.