Got Disease?

It was the French cheese, or it was the milk that the British keep on the top shelf in the cupboard instead of in the fridge.

Something has made me deathly ill.

I'm on my third day of just being miserable! I'm hoping that this mess has cleared out (literally and figuratively) before I am forced to get on a plane for 8.5 hours. And I just PRAY that none of my children come down with it.

Ugh.

What a way to bookend this trip. In the toilet.