My tummy hurts

(Blogger was down. So was I. This was last night's post.)

I'm sure it has nothing to do with the fact that I've eaten four of my five last dinner's at Chik fil A, which is one of the better fast food places. And nothing to do with the fact that, because I have no gall bladder, my system cannot break down fats very well.

Not at all.

I think I'll curl up with one of my fleece blankies, clean from the washer and dryer. And no, I do not suck my thumb. Anymore.