Muahahaha. I might have had to say “obey” but he had to promise to stick with me in sickness & in health when we were married. Little did The Hubs know that I would cash in so soon. Sunday afternoon found him driving our small-ish sedan 5 hours on the interstate, with me and my parents- me, in the fetal position retching into plastic Target bags. It was lovely. So were my Dad’s comments on stopping for chocolate milkshakes at McDonalds just to see me turn green.

A virus, contaminated water, food poisioning, swine mutation- I have no idea other than it isn’t something I wish to relive anytime soon. (Although! Whoever gave us the lovely bathmat, thank you so much. Who knew it was so cozy to curl up on and snooze by the toilet with? Not me!) I’m on the road to recovery, but I need some mental bleach to erase what it felt like to ask B to pull over so I could toss my latest offerings to the God’s in a trashcan. (Also! Who knew Pepto Bismal went through so many color changes as you tried to digest it?! Not me!)

So there you go- sickness & health has been tested. I’m ready to move on the “richer for poorer” but, um,  hopefully more of the richer than poorer if you catch my drift. (What?  A girl with student loans can dream!) Also, please excuse my lack of a Menu Monday but I’m sure you were not interested in chicken noodle soup & sprite Monday through Friday.