Do I get points for irony? We were watching a few episodes of "Weeds" on Netflix this evening. In one episode, a daughter is given an overdose of laxative by her mother, with the result being an unfortunate experience at school the next day.
Around that time, my own stomach started churning. I will spare you the details other than to say that maybe I am coming down with something, and that something will be unpleasant. If you don't hear from me for a few days, you can come visit me and hold a mirror over my mouth. If the mirror fogs up, then I am alive. If not, well, it's been nice knowing you. I prefer balloons at my funeral rather than flowers. Just sayin'.
Assuming a good night's sleep makes things better for me, I will be at work tomorrow, and the
couple of folks who are part of my 4.7 can all approach me and ask how I am feeling. In fact, they can line up and ask me one at a time, throughout the day. And they can get a chuckle if they see me heading to the men's room, knowing what I will be doing in there. Don't worry. I will fix their wagon.
Stomach is starting to churn again. Ugh!
See you tomorrow, if the crick don't rise.
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