Today and last night were horrible! What started out as my husband feeling a little sick during our first viewing of the first episode of Battlestar Galactica turned out to be epic horrors for both of us.
Let us say that we were worshiping the porcelain god from 2 am all the way to this afternoon when things finally started to come down. I'm still experiencing some extreme stomach cramps and my husband looks like he's finally having some facial color come back. This day has been solely devoted to recovering, drinking gatorade and 7-up and watching Battlestar Galactica, which incidentally I can see taking over my entire life. It is such a fantastic show.