AND NOW I have the stomach bug. I spent my night dry heaving and breaking every blood vessel in my face, which has left me with an alien-type look this morning. (I don't know why my face does this when I barf, but it does and always has since I was a kid.) If I had been a party girl growing up (and if you think there is even a remote chance of that being true you sooo didn't know me in 1991), my mother would have had the best litmus test...my face. It's terrible.
Sorry, no pictures. I don't want to leave you with that vision for the day; you'll be traumatized.
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