I can't get enough sour things. Lemon sorbet, Sour Skittles, Sour Nerds, you name it, I have been inhaling it. I nabbed every sour candy I could find off the shelves at Meijer last night. Chris sat there watching me with pursed-lip horror last night as I dove into my box of sour Skittles. He can't tolerate things that sour. It's funny, when I was pregnant with Sam, I wanted chocolate only. This time around, chocolate makes me sick to my stomach.
Apparently, the smell of cooked Thai food makes me sick too. Poor Scot, makes his dinner last night not knowing that the wrath of my nose would soon come down upon him. I sprayed the entire upstairs in Lysol and then opened my bedroom window, turned the fan on and closed the bedroom door. It was unreal! Later, I kindly asked him to refrain from any more Thai food cooking in the house. The nice man he is, he promised no more Thai.
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