Great Saturday Night (aka ugh)

Anyone who knows me, knows I'm sarcastic. So when I say it was a "great saturday night", the truth of the matter is, I spent most of the evening vomiting thick white bile and chicken into the toilet.

YUM.

We went to a BBQ today. I ate about 2 ounces of grilled chicken breast, with no marinade or hidden carbs/ sugars. Within minutes, I could feel that Lily was pissed. It isn't a normal nausea, it's more of a "there is something heavy and painful in my pouch and it needs to come out now."

So, after a brief minute of laying on his sister's bed upstairs, I revisited dinner.

Three times.

Grilled chicken has bothered me before, too. The grilling must make it too dry or something. Baked chicken is fine.

Lily is a fickle one.