Sick

So we didn't have the greatest weekend, despite it being our anniversary of meeting. I got a little cold a couple of weeks ago and it blossomed into a big cold for Q. She has a sore throat and a sinus infection (she even popped an eardrum). Add to that the insane number of hours she's been working and it makes for a lot of stress for her.

As for me, I ate something bad on Saturday and food poisoned myself. I threw up eight or nine times, went to bed, got up in the middle of the night and threw up six or seven more times. Last night, all I ate was an English Muffin, an apple, and a handful of Teddy Grahams. Today I feel markedly better.

So here's to a better week.

Smitten

Oh, remember last week when I asked what words rhyme with kitten? I brought that up because I like to tell The Q that I'm smitten with her. Smitten like a kitten with mittens. And then she'll throw in IN PRISON! because insists that 'prison' rhymes with 'kitten'. Which I don't think it does.

The follow-up post in my journal was ghost-written by The Q.