Stuff G Says

Warning: If you have a queasy stomach when you read the word "puke", don't read this.

So yesterday my stomach hurt REAAAAAAALLLY bad, and I tweeted that it felt like an Alien was trying to eat its way out of my stomach.  I went to G's that evening, because he had ginger ale and comfy sweats and I had neither of those things.  He was being so sweet and trying to take care of me.

G: So what do you want me to make you for dinner?
Me: If I eat anything, I will puke but thanks for the offer.
G: No you need to eat something. How about soup?
Me: I will seriously puke no matter what I eat, even soup.
G: Here's some chicken soup. I'll make it for you.
Me: I will puke if I eat chicken soup or anything else.
G: But I love you, and love means no puke.

A little while later:

G: Seriously though, what are we going to have for dinner?
Me: I'm having nothing and you can have whatever you want.
G: WE can have chicken soup for dinner.
Me: I will still puke if I eat anything.
G: We can puke together then.
Me: Um, that's sweet I guess, but I'll pass.

So then I went to bed a little while after that without eating anything and woke this morning and my tummy is mostly all better.

Hi Guys

I didn't want to post anything today, because I've been posting stuff every single day, so I'm kind of out of ideas.  G told me to write about his chickens so I am.  There are five chickens.  They live in a coop with a pen attached to the outside of it.  We've had to keep them in the coop lately because apparently if they run around in the snow, there feet can freeze off, because they don't have nerves in their feet or something.  They lay an average of four eggs total every day.  The biggest chicken, Harriet, always lays the smallest egg.  The chickens think that they are human and last time we let them run around in the yard, they climbed up the stairs and tried to follow us into the house.  The smartest chicken likes to jump on G's back and then he has to remind her that she isn't a parrot.  And she gets his shirt all dirty off her feet.  The chickens are really funny and very loving...when they think you have snacks for them.  They really like to eat dried worms, which are like their candy.  So that's it.  Um, I hope you enjoyed it.  Bye for now.