John arrived home late Sunday night – soon after, he fell ill.  VERY ill.

It seems John brought a friend home off the road with him – YAY!

Have I mentioned that I’m not the best at hospitality?  Well, I’m not.  I’m socially retarded in so many ways, and that is one of them.  And when the guest is a disgusting virus that causes uncontrollable, violent vomiting and endless, explosive diarrhea that makes you wish you were DEAD?  Yeah, I’m definitely not the gracious host.

Meet our house guest – Gastroenteritis! 

So far, victim count in the Carroll Home is 2.  I fell to the virus after John had been home for about 36 hours.  We are both still sick, but luckily, finally starting to recover.

So far, Braden is untouched. 

I would rather rip off my left arm and rub the bloody stump up against broken glass shards soaked in acid while beating myself over the head with my detached limb than have my little Braden suffer this illness.

Excuse me now.  I’m off to lie down wherever I fall and hope that my next big fart doesn’t have a surprise coming with it.