Holy Beautiful, Batman....

....is so freaking pretty outside. Ate lunch outside today, I did.

....We had a laid-back weekend. It started out fairly shakily and ended likewise....tummy-wise that is. I destroyed any sense of gastrointestinal well-being on Friday with four shots of gin on an all-but-empty tummy. It wasn't pretty to vomit into a mixing bowl like a toddler. At least it wasn't all over my own sofa.

...Yesterday we went to a park and had a cook out. Something didn't agree with me, so I made several trips to the facilities last night. If you know me well, you know that the only times I get up in the middle of the night for such festivities are when I'm either sick or pregnant. And, since we'd have a urologist to sue if it were the latter, we'll go with the former. Not pretty. At all.

So, am hoping for a better week than last, no? I can do without car-accidents and gastrointestinal woes. Rub the Buddah for me, guys.