I turned 39 on Sunday. The first present I got that day was a stomach flu. What do you get the girl who has everything, right?
My kid very sweetly wanted to make me scrambled eggs for breakfast, which I had to decline. My parents brought me a picnic lunch, which I promptly threw up, and my husband bought me a cake that I couldn't even look at.
For anyone who doesn't know me in the real world, when I am uninterested in cake, something has gone very wrong indeed.