kshandra is driving me into work this week, as Darby's check engine light came on and we're still broke from the epic Quest for a Driver's License. I've been feeling a bit rundown all week, hovering on the edge of some sort of illness. Woke up this morning feeling a little nauseous. We get in the car, head out, and when we're on the ramp from 85S to 87N my stomach decides that motion is a
bad thing. Flips, flops, and a triple axel (nailed the landing, too!) Tell Kiri that it would be best to turn around and head home. Call My Three Bosses (two of them, actually, but the joke is better with three) and stagger back upstairs.
I won't bother y'all with the details, but let's just say that this was a smart decision, and I'm glad I took my teeth out when i got home. Having a beer to help settle my stomach, then probably naptime.