Edit: Flu means soup for breakfast.
Yesterday B and me both woke up pukey-achey (that should really be one word) so I made soup for dinner last night. Lentils and vegetables with polska in it. hmmmm except it wasn't a lot of broth- whoopps. Later that evening B's mom brought over more soup and bread and chocolate cake (CHOCOLATE CAKE?!) (IS THAT LIKE A SUBSTITUTE FOR ASPIRIN?)
This morning I woke up and I can tell my body is street-fighter ing its way out of this sickness (what does that mean you ask? it means noises coming from my stomach, loudly, headaches like someone threw a chair at my head, and acheyness. have you seen what street fighters can do?! yeah. acheyness) i went downstairs and found what appeared to be a bear had gone through my kitchen and eaten all the soup and left the containers strewn all over the counter. the bacon was gone too.
Brandon.
I'm glad you can make me laugh when we're feeling as poorly as the kitchen looks.
February 10, 2011
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