I spent the better part of Saturday trying really hard not to die. I'm pretty sure we (Butters and I) had salmonella from a slightly undercooked frozen lasagna.
Fuh-king-A. Horrible. I wouldn't wish that on anyone.... Okay, maybe a few people, but not many.
On the bright side, it was fairly short-lived. I was almost up to par the next day, and I think I'll be back to golden by tomorrow.
The other bright spot was Squeaky. Making me toast, pushing fluids, feeding Butters dinner (thank ggoodness for leftovers), rubbing my aching back. What a blessing, that one.
Yup, she's a keeper.
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