Bring it on, 2016
After we buried my grandfather, I came down with a WICKED flu. Like the kind that leaves your body feeling like it was ran over by a semi truck twelve times.
My stomach has been bothering me for awhile...but it got outta control in the middle of the night.
Forty eight hours later, I'm left with an achy body, a tentative stomach, but thankfully no retching into the porcelain bowl or crawling to the bathroom...
I had some pretty exciting plans...but I'll be heading to bed well before midnight.
2015 was a complete shit year.
I can't freaking wait for a fresh, new start.