So what happens when I write a Martha Stewart-esque post, patting myself on the back for the delicious, nutritious meal I prepared for my family? My three-year-old son fills three diapers with watery, smelly diarrhea in the middle of the night.
My talk of full, settled stomachs and sweet dreams was just more than the Fates could bear, apparently. There's no facade of perfection around here - just real, messy, unpredictable, sometimes shitty (pardon the language and the pun), always humbling life.
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Me, laughing and feeling terrible. Hoping that it wasn't the salad! I did enjoy that post though - when you mention bacon drippings you speak my language. My father-in-law who lived in Alpine, TX and really ate cowboy cooking back then likes to tell me in mouthwatering language about one of his favorite foods ever: baked potatoes soaked in bacon drippings.
ReplyDeleteHe didn't really even have any of the salad - just a couple of tomatoes and cucumber. I think it was just a very ill-timed stomach bug.
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