So, Byron and I are both feeling pretty rough.
I know he is because he just said that he WANTS to go with me to the girls carline! That’s got to be the toxins talking – I think he’s just worried I’ll have a weak moment and swing through a McDonalds…or Dairy Queen…or a gas station that has two-day old chicken salad!! I would take it, at this point!
Anyway, there’s your update.
Gotta run, my head hurts too bad to type anymore.