Squirrel Queen can henceforth never leave Hooterville.

Once again, the darling leader of the rodent population got sick on a trip. I thought it was her being a lush, promptly made fun of her to any and everyone I could stop on the street only to realize, umm, she really was puny. I couldn’t help it. I’m really a bad person.
What does this mean?
Yup, that I got up yesterday morning, felt a bit odd and while driving to work, got “ill” on the side of the road as passerbys waved. And then, trying to keep the Mary Sunshine face on at work, got ill again. Driving home, yup, you guessed it.
Karma is a bitch.
SQ is banned from any further excursions as this happens more times than I’d like to count. Or, we need to get her some sort of traveling nurse to follow her around.
I’m over my purging although I still feel like Assy McAsshat, must go to work and plan for that lovely stress test tomorrow. Gu-reat.
The Destressification of Newscoma Tour 2007 is apparently on hiatus. Dammit.