So food poisoning sucks, totally. Donna made a good point the other day; since we moved here to Arizona, we’ve had food poisoning more than before. And Donna mentioned that she has spent 1/3 of her entire life in this state. Wow.

So as you can tell from the subject, we had food poisoning. WE. Yes, both of us. And, yes, it sucked. We went over our friend’s house Saturday night, and we decided to have leftover chili beforehand so we wouldn’t pig out on snack food. Well, we ended up pigging out on snack food anyway, and we fed it to our daughter, and our friends ate it too. So it had to be the chili. That’s it. Yick.

So imagine chili and red wine, and many other non-digested thingies. Yick.

That was Sunday morning, and then Donna got sick. I started it, and then it was a fad. She got sick, too. And then later we woke up Claire, and we prayed her crib was clean and puke-free, which it was! So that was good. And then we took turns running in and out of the bathroom all morning (and so forth for 24 hours). At one point I laid on Claire’s bedroom floor and Donna laid on the couch. And Claire would run between us, and mumble in her 31 words conversation.

And then I told Claire to go find her clothes and get dressed, and she looked at me, turned her palms up, spread out her arms, and asked, "Me?" Ha ha ha. I just smiled and closed my eyes again before I went cross-eyed again.

Our friend Amy came over at 4pm. We forgot we had plans that afternoon, and we were sorry she came over, but very happy she came over. And she made us chicken broth, and it was yummy. I felt a ton better by evening time. Donna and I then went to bed at 8PM and we all slept until 9AM. It was so great, and Monday was still difficult but now it’s Tuesday and we survived, and Claire never did get sick. Thank, God.

Have a healthy fat-free no-puky kinda day.