This weekend started like this...
And ended like this...
You see, guys, it's all fun & games until someone gets food poisoning*.
It was my fault. I blame two things: under-cooked brats and men in fake lederhosen.
Prior to finding out I had food poisoning, the evening was a great time. Thanks to Jen and Jim for inviting us to Oktoberfest at the St. Arnold's Brewery. S got way too drunk. Same goes for Jim. Jen wore her dirndl.
But I am serious about having upset the karma gods. Last week dog diarrhea in the shoe and now food poisoning. Luckily, I was well enough to stay awake for both Dallas Divas & Daughters on Style as well as My Monkey Baby on TLC.
*Yes, it was real live food poisoning, not the "I'm hungover, but too ashamed to admit it so I am blaming something else" poisoning that S always claims to have (sidenote: without fail, just about every time we go out and drink, S is hungover the next day and he almost always claims to be "coming down with something"...if you suggest he is hungover he will guffaw and say "no way, I didn't drink much...this is a cold/flu/ebola/etc...)
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