Four days off from work with nothing to do but spend time with my family and eat.
Bunnies and Jesus.
Neither one having anything to do with the other and a toddler to explain it to.
I took an extra day off just to recover from it.
Turns out that’s not why I’ll need the extra day off.
Friday I ate some Sautéed Mushroom Soup from a store near work and ended up with horrific food poisoning.
I’m still recovering.
My family went to Easter dinner without me and are indulging in sweet potato casserole, turkey, and pies, going on Easter egg hunts, and drinking copious amounts of alcohol while I make-out with the toilet.
I’ve refrained from harassing them with the details of my illness while they enjoy their dinner.
It’s been dreamy.
And I’m waiting until all the left-overs are gone to tell them that I want an easter do over on the date of my choosing.
I’m sure they’ll understand.