Yesterday was going really well, until the revenge of my lunch. Let’s just say I will NOT be eating a damn thing from Mcdonalds again for a long long time. Except those oh so tempting bacon egg and cheese biscuits, those are so damn tasty I don’t care if they make me sick.

By 3pm I’m home, getting sick all over the bathroom and myself. I literally ended up after I cleaned myself up just laying in the bathroom floor as anytime I left the bathroom I had to go directly back.

Amazing one got home round 6, I was STILL on the bathroom floor then. instead of running the other way from the sick, looking and probably smelling like hell girlfriend he stayed home from his weekly game to tend to me. It was nice, it was different- it’s been years since someone took care of me when I was sick. He’s yet again proved that he’s amazing. Any man who WANTS to stay home with a woman who’s spent the afternoon throwing up every 30 minutes is a keeper in my book.