Poop, Paxil, and Pageantry

We have all survived the dreaded stomach virus. It looked Clint and Were going to come out completely unscathed, until early Saturday morning when I began to piss out my ass and vomit like there was no more tomorrow. Luckily, it did last only one day and I was able to enjoy Sunday with friends and family. We started off trying to remedy the cloudy mess we call a swimming pool. Of course being the white trash we are, that did not stop us from getting in and swimming. My friend Tara showed up just in time to not only wiggle Emily's loose tooth as she was heading into the pool, but give it a little tug and pull it out. So needless to say, we had to stop for a photo op. I mean this is only the second tooth so it is still exciting and new. The boys are showing no signs of loosing any teeth any time soon. While Tara and her new "not yet a boyfriend" Kenny were over, Clint grilled up some bacon wrapped scallops. OH MY FRIGGIN GOD!!!! They were so divine. He followed that up with...

I love some big ol' tube meat. It is so The Kept Woman's fault . She started playing with her meat first. But, I think my meat may be bigger. Anyone else playing with their meat? At least this is a sign that I am not suicidal or have been arrested for killing any of my children yet. Notice I said yet. I am going to continue to take a proactive roll in the symptoms. I have been still drinking a shit ton of water and chamomile and green tea are my friends. I think the things I have noticed: Physical symptoms have stopped I am horny..whoohoo...you go Clint I am sensitive to way to much audio stimulation....I feel like my head is going to explode and have to remove the noise. UPDATE: Oh yes, it is time for "Friday's Find".