Friday, September 03, 2010
Well, chicken does not like me yet. I had about 1/2 ounce of chicken breast for dinner and 2 oz of mashed sweet potato that I baked. I had prepared more but could not finish it. Then I felt ill. I was determined that I was NOT going to throw up because, well, I just don't like that. LOL
Did I have a choice? NO! My husband is working the local HS football game so it was just me with the dog. He came running to see what was wrong with me as if he could help. He's so sweet. I'm sure the neighbors could hear me. There's just no feminine way to throw up, is there?
OK, they say that dumping is our friend! In that case, I should feel honored to have met a new friend.