I had to take an emergency shower because I was laying (lying? who knows, well I know you probably do but I'm in the middle of sickness right now so I just don't care) on the floor because I ate too many chocolate covered coffee beans while reading The Bloggess' sex column and Baby M was smacking me in the face trying to gouge my eye out and then she puked in my hair. Because of the bean eating I was dumping (for those of you who don't know I had gastric bypass surgery so eating chocolate covered coffee beans is bad...makes me poo). I had to keep jumping out of the shower and lunging for the toilet which made me dizzy. Man, am I lucky old people owned this house before us and there are grab bars all over the bathroom or I could have been extremely injured. Yay old people!!!
P.S. I know this whole thing was T.M.I. but its not as bad as my husband's secret lust for Chewbacca. How do I know he lusts for Chewbacca if it's secret, you ask? Well its obvious...I haven't shaved my legs in a long time...a looooonnnngggg time and he still thinks I'm sexy so it's deductive reasoning ala Sherlock Holmes.