It was the salsa
Not there was ever any doubt, but after spending a full 24 hours together suffering through the most wicked case of food poisoning I have ever heard about let alone experienced, there can be no doubt that [mh] and I were made for each other. We never have been the kind to try and retain an air of mystery with the other, and we have never tried to disguise or deny that our bodies have plumbing and need flushing. He has also seen me at my most compromising and explicit and unflattering, I mean he delivered our daughter for God’s sake. But I think it all pales to the horror show of the Food Poisoning Incident of 2010. I’ll spare you the more gruesome details other than to say, I had to wash our sheets, and various items of clothing multiple times in less than 1 days time. Add to that, that Baby Girl {[BG] hereinafter} also got bit by the nasties, so we had to change baby diarrhea diapers [sorry] every 10 minutes and swath her little butt in diaper cream [which smells nauseating when you’re not already vomiting] to keep the baby butt rash at bay, and it’s amazing we survived. Our only saving grace was that The Little Man {[TLM] hereinafter} was spared, and he was incredibly helpful.
Oh, and I’m never eating Mexican food again.
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