Isn’t the human body disgusting amazing?
I was gone all weekend, and the minute I walked into my home Sunday afternoon, my body said, “Nu-uh. You done.”
I was all, “Whu? What, body? I have work.”
And my body was all, “No you di’ent.”
It didn’t matter. I had doing to do. And I did most of that doing laying on my side, typing with one finger.
I was a vision. A moaning, groaning, laying on one-side, typing with one finger VISION.
When I finished, I dragged myself upstairs, and rolled around in bed for hours… moaning something like, “IthinkIamGoingToDIE…”
I couldn’t stop thinking about the geoduck pasta I had eaten the night before. What if was allergic to geoduck?! Are there geoduck allergies?
WHAT IF I AM ALLERGIC TO PASTA?????!!!
I’d rather die.
{yes, I ate geoduck}
{and regular duck}
*quack quack*
{I also ate some sushi… the name of which I can neither pronounce nor remember – something like hitachi or hibachi, but I think the former is an electronic(s) and the latter cooks things. HOWEVER. If there were classes of sushi, it was high-class sushi}
I would post the picture I took of the sushi, but no.
That picture is not an appetizing picture and I would hate for you to sue me for making you puke on your laptop. Taking good pictures of raw fish takes great skill.
But back to me DYING.
I didn’t.
Clearly.
But if I HAD been dying? I’m sure that’s what it would feel like.
That’s me, NOT dying. But feeling like I might be.
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My kids like brushing their teeth now, and also a $100 Visa gift card, yo! Go here, go here!!!
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