That title about sums it up. Franca and I are battling a serious stomach bug. We keep thinking we are better only to get knocked down again.
Thanks to really 'rocking' other parts of the interwebbies, we have a really great solution to The Great Rocking Chair Debacle of 2011. If I could stand up for more than 15 seconds at a time, I'd take some photos and fill you in, but alas, I cannot. So stay tuned!
TMI (That means To Much Information - Mom. Love ya!)
Below. So stop reading now if you are squeamish.
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If one more person asks me if I'm pregnant I'm gonna flip the f out. Per my memory, pregnancy made me want to barf out of my mouth, not my ass, but thanks for asking!
(Hey- I warned you. You are the sicko who kept reading.)
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Sooo...will Franca be getting a little brother or sister in nine months?
ReplyDeleteSorry, I couldn't resist. I hope everybody feels better soon, stomach bugs are, hands down, the worst.