Hello, stomach bug. How are you? What’s that? You want to come stay at our house for awhile? Sure! C’mon! I’ve heard tales that you’re a dangerous guest, that you take advantage of any little opportunity to wreak havoc and that you plan some nasty surprises, but I’m not scared. I’m pretty tough, in fact. I’ve been sick before. I’ve had stomach bugs before. No big deal. I can handle it. Come on in. Sit down. Make yourself at home. I’ll be fine. Really. Everybody else who complained about you just didn’t now how to deal with you. I do. Uh, I mean, uh-oh, hmm, I feel a little bit like … uh, could you excuse me for moment? I think I need to run to the …
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Coffee with Cathy 
“Thank goodness my husband doesn’t listen to me.”
My new favorite sentence.
And one you won’t hear very often!
Hope you feel better soon! xo
Thanks, Ina. I already am, but it’s slower than I would have thought. Hope this bug does not make its way up north — you do not want it.
Ouch, I hated having that. I wouldn’t even wish that on people I don’t like.
I hope you feel better soon.
Thanks, y’all, for the kind words. Much appreciated. I drank coffee and beer today, kissed my grandbaby (Capt. Adorable) and went out to eat all for the first time in three days. Yippee!!! Now if people would just stop saying, “Wow, you look awful” when they see me.
I somehow doubt anyone has said that. If anything, they’ve probably been noting that you looked a little pale and then asked how you were feeling. Just a wild guess, though.
Well, you’re right, of course. Nobody in Alabama would be so rude as to say, “You look awful.” It’s implied, though. I can tell.
Ew. Been there, done that. Hope you feel better soon and that nasty bug is out of there in no time!!