Monday, December 22, 2008

On the Eight Day of Christmas, my true love gave to me....

The stomach flu.

Sweet. Merry Barfing Christmas!

I have a feeling that this is going to ruin our Anniversary (tomorrow - we have reservations for a VERY fancy and expensive dinner...too expensive to barf back up!) but it better not fall over into Christmas. I'll cry. So will Steve.

Happy Holidays Dudes! Hope the only barfing anyone else is doing is from too much nog!

Updated: I don't know if it was the tylenol, the homeopathic flu stuff I took, or the chicken soup that Steve made, but I feel 10 times better already!

3 comments:

Carol said...

OH no! Bless your heart. Why not postpone the fancy dinner? I mean, it'll give you a nice, romantic way to bring in the New Year. (Just a thought.)

And, by all means, do get well before Christmas!

Gretel said...

Nasty bug! Pooh!

Jonny's Mommy said...

Ugh! That's awful! One year while visiting family about 600 miles away we all got the nastiest bug ever! Happy holidays was not sung in that house that year. Most of us made it through Christmas Day but were struck down shortly thereafter. Lots of fun.

Hope you feel better soon