I just hope you didn’t do it the way I did. I have been celebrating my Earth Day by repeatedly pumping up bile and lemon-lime Gatorade. Not exactly the way I like going green.
The Taco Time dinner my husband and I ate for dinner last night apparently had some sort of bacteria-laden infestation in it. Our bodies have fought it hard, resulting in numerous painful, urgent trips to Porcelaina and more than one trash can of the vile green stuff for both of us. It’s been misery at its finest.
The good news is that we’re on the upswing now, although we are not by any means feeling 100%. We’re both a little woozy but at least we can keep fluids down. We’ve also successfully munched down some crackers, but the furious growling of my stomach tells me that my body is revolted by them. If I weren’t sitting still right now, I’d probably be in trouble.
It’s too bad Taco Time had to put us through this brutality because we (did) go there fairly often. Their veggie burrito and bean burrito are fantastic for fast-food caliber. But after repeatedly coughing them up for several hours last night, I think I’d rather pull out my own teeth than eat there again.
