This represents the best I have felt all day. It’s not very good. (Why do I have weird eyes in selfies? I’m not good at this.)
A stomach bug came upon me last night like a lion on a wildebeest and took me DOWN.
I have had saltines and warm soda today, and I am attempting some chicken broth right now. Here’s hoping.
To address the title, which probably seems unrelated: I know there are at least a few single ladies reading this blog who might one day be evaluating husband potential in one or more guys that you know. This is my advice. It isn’t glamorous and it isn’t romantic, but if you’re looking for the long haul, it’s what I recommend.
The one you want is the one that will get up at three in the morning and clean up your puke without complaining.