I normally love shrimp. I am not to the level of Bubba, Forrest Gump's friend, but I do like it.
Yesterday it did not love me back. As best I can figure, it was either the shrimp or the ranch dressing. Regardless it was a less than stellar night. I don't think I actually truly got to sleep until about 5 a.m. Too much running to the bathroom. I hated pulling B. away from his Friday night game. I just wanted him to be there with me. There wasn't much he could do. But I wanted him there.
I am feeling better today. Not quite 100 percent. Maybe more like 75ish.
Good night and be well (me too)
1 comment:
Had to have been that dressing!
Love, Dad
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