My sincerest apologies for sending out The Weekend Digress at the end of Tuesday. My sister was in town up until this morning, so my weekend wasn’t truly over until I dropped her at the airport. I was only trying to be thorough!
It was a weekend full of family fun + some vomit, which I would say make for the best weekends, no?
Friday
Friday started off with Zac staying home from work because of a sudden onset cough that, thankfully, never turned into anything more but he wanted to play it safe by not bringing whatever it wasn’t into the office. This meant that we got to WFH together which is something we never do, so while he was coughing left and right, I was giddy to have him home for the day.
Everything was going great until we got Chipotle for lunch. Since we’re both very much still on our treat-meat-like-an-every-once-in-a-while-thing-rather-than-an-everyday-thing thing, we got nearly identical bowls full of rice and beans and veggies, except I got sour cream and corn and he did not. While we were scarfing down our veggie bowls, we both commented on how delicious they were sans meat. “Thisissoegud!” I exclaimed between mouthfuls of black beans.
Thirty minutes later, my stomach started to act up. Stabbing pain in my upper abdomen intensified by the minute, and I could not find any kind of position that felt comfortable. The pain was only getting worse as the hours wore on, which was extra terrible because Zac and I had incredible tickets to a comedy show Friday night that I had gifted him for Christmas and me making it out of the house was looking bleak.