So let’s talk about food poisoning. I somehow managed to evade food poisoning in my entire 35 years, until the wee hours of Sunday morning.
We went out to our local Wegmans for dinner. You know, the one with the shitty carts? One of the things that isn’t shitty is their buffet and take-out sections. Specifically the Chinese buffet. More specifically the shrimp in cream sauce. Because we frequent the take-out section (on average twice a month), it was inevitable that it would eventually catch up to us.
It makes me sad, because I can’t tell you how much I loved that creamed shrimp. And it’ll be a long long LONG time before I ever consider eating it again. Even if it turned out that it wasn’t food poisoning.
When the kids started to stir yesterday morning, I knew, that given our beaten up state, there was no way we were going to be able to take care of them. Even if we were to plop them in front of the TV all day, which wasn’t a viable option. My mother and father live an hour away, and I had already suckered my mother into babysitting on Friday night, so I knew that wasn’t an option.
I texted the BFF. I knew she would have come to my rescue, and she did. She took the kids, despite having to bake cakes and cook dinner for her family that night. And when the Meester ended up in the ER (because whenever he gets a bug or food poisoning, his gastrointestinal system is like Texas; go big or go home, and he ALWAYS ends up in the ER), she picked him up. And then offered to come back to help put the kids to bed.
People, this is what you would call an extraordinary friend. Friends like these are so rare, and so few in a lifetime, that it leaves me speechless that I actually have a friend like this. Dare I say, it makes me weepy. I KNOW. Statia does not emote. She doesn’t have feelings.
If you have a friend like this, treat them to something nice this Christmas. Or give them the shirt off your back.