cowboy take me away

So, Mr. San Diego arrived Monday night.

Tuesday morning, we went to the Good Egg for a late breakfast while running errands in Scottsdale. I ordered an omlette WITHOUT the english muffin.

"Do you want pancakes instead?"

"No, I can't eat either."

And still the english muffin showed up on my plate. Boyfriend took it off my omlette and ate it himself. But I still think I got glutened from that.

It went downhill from there. I've been trying to be careful. Yesterday I was feeling so crappy by the late afternoon from the mystery glutening. By this morning, the GI symptoms are almost intolerable, and I feel so run down I don't want to do anything today.

We're going to head up to Wickenburg late this afternoon. He has to be back at work Tuesday, so we're debating on how we should go up to WIckenburg. I was suggesting that we drive separate cars so he can leave Wickenburg Monday and I can go back up to Fountain Hills.

"How about you come with me, and then I take you with me to San Diego?"

Sure, after all it's not like I have a job to go back to. So if I can get my mom to look after the kitties while I'm gone, I might do that.

Just wish I was feeling better.