Lemons, lemon everywhere

Lemons, everywhere, really sour ones. And I know my mother would tell me to make lemonade, but no. I'm taking my lemons and sulking.

I tried to be ever so excited for Monday, and it started out grand. And then it hit. I went to lunch, had a cup of soup and wrap, played with the pup for a couple minutes and then headed back to work. I sat down at my desk and felt my stomach do about 3.5 somersaults. I tried some water. Nope. I lasted about 2 and half more hours when the contents of my stomach emptied into the porcelain throne. I decided I needed to take it the house.

I blame the shrimp. It did me in. So there I was at home feeling like death. I would say the night got better, but yeah no. It involved some petty arguing between hubs and I ( I mean that's what happens when you are both really tired and have not seen each other in 5 days).

This morning was rough. My tummy still feels well sour and work well its been one of those days. Needless to say I need some sweet tea for all my lemons. Hopefully my first day of bootcamp with the BFF will put me in a better mood.

Guess there's always Wednesday.