Now’s The Time I Wish I Hadn’t Let the Butcher Take the Car

If I could throw up, I would feel better, but I have to say, I don’t remember the last time I threw up without there being a lot of alcohol involved.  I suppose I could drink a lot of alcohol and then throw up, but even joking about that makes me feel kind of nauseous.


So, we went to the Germantown Cafe for dinner and I started feeling sick about the same time I started eating, so I won’t unnecessarily malign the place, as one doesn’t necessarily have to do with the other.


However, I do wish I’d asked the Butcher to run for Pepto or something before he left with the car.

5 thoughts on “Now’s The Time I Wish I Hadn’t Let the Butcher Take the Car

  1. Oh, I sympathize. I hate that moment when you are wishing to throw up, when that seems like the best idea. I had a similar problem just last night – maybe there’s a stomach bug going around?

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