There's a book written by a Mr. Big Bird called Being Sick is No Fun. He was right.
The stomach virus that's attacked the tri-state has made it's way to the Best house.
When I crawl up off the bathroom floor, I will be the Lysol queen.
Until then you can find me either on said bathroom floor or under dozens of blankets on the couch.
The Best part? I can't last forever... (the sorority girl in me wanted to say something about not being able to eat...) :)
AND... I take back what I said about my stomach being stronger than Dan's. Turns out it's just behind the curve. Damn.