This morning, we went to Ikea and somewhere between the PSYLLA and the VRADAL, I had the poops. Not gentle, can-wait-til-you-get-home poops. I mean, drop the candles and curtain rods and get ye to a toilet STAT!!!
I felt icky basically all day. It is 3pm and I am now turning a corner on feeling better. I see-th the light-th.
I had to bail on the St. Pat's parade because I really didn't think my innards could handle the bouncing movements of a flatbed truck for an hour. Though, I'm sure between the green puke and the general stink of thousands of drunk people in downtown Montreal - no one would have even noticed.
I had the poops on St. Paddy's Day! And it wasn't even green.
Note to Ikea: sorry about the LOPPSTAL in your KAVSUND. But I couldn't hold it.
So, how WAS the parade, anyway??