Poor hubby got food poisoned today... (What is it with him and seafood?!?) I felt really, really sorry for him. But he was brave and tried to see it from the bright side (a few hours later, all spent over the john), and claimed that he was sure he had dropped one size in trousers.
I stared in panic at my computer screen all day, hoping in vain that something from my brain (preferably something clever) would jump over to the screen and magically finish the chapter from hell. Surprisingly enough, it did not work. I think we both wanted to die today.
Tough day
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