Saturday, March 16, 2013

Montezuma, er, gracias?!?

No sooner had I bragged about escaping the intestinal troubles of my husband on our last night in Mexico, I succumbed to the dreaded "travelers affliction" a day or so after we landed on home soil. There was only one day of real bathroom camping, but the rest of week has been uneasy, at best - little to no appetite and the occasional but fleeting sharp pain in the dead center of my gut. The good news is, I've lost any weight gained on the trip and then some. The bad news is, the jungle-like noises my stomach continues to make at the most inopportune time.  I'm fairly sure I woke the dog this morning without saying a word.


Boomer Girl Review: Ultimate Oriole Feeder

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