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Hooray beer!
My stomach hurts. It's hurt all morning and I have no clue why. I must have eaten something or another yesterday that kicked off this miserable reaction... or I have a cold or something. Who knows... I just know that I feel icky and I'm going to go to bed soon.
The sub we split for lunch continuted to make my tummy cranky. I took an Imodium this morning, as well. How often do I take one of those? At least the white rice Steven cooked with dinner didn't make me barf again or, well...
Oh, my god... I love the Red Stripe commercials and they have them for download. I like the stubby one; the guy has a wicked Boston accent when he says "Hooray be-ah!". I've never had Red Stripe, but with it's clever marketing, I imagine it to be fabulous. I'm not sure whether or not I actually want to destroy my illusions by buying some.
Still, how can you not love something that's slogan is "Hooray Beer!".
I'm distracted. I need to get some sleep since Steven will be here kind of early tomorrow.
The sub we split for lunch continuted to make my tummy cranky. I took an Imodium this morning, as well. How often do I take one of those? At least the white rice Steven cooked with dinner didn't make me barf again or, well...
Oh, my god... I love the Red Stripe commercials and they have them for download. I like the stubby one; the guy has a wicked Boston accent when he says "Hooray be-ah!". I've never had Red Stripe, but with it's clever marketing, I imagine it to be fabulous. I'm not sure whether or not I actually want to destroy my illusions by buying some.
Still, how can you not love something that's slogan is "Hooray Beer!".
I'm distracted. I need to get some sleep since Steven will be here kind of early tomorrow.