The Family Girl Blogs (aka "The New Working Girl Blogs") Blog #21: Christmas Aftermath - Tummy Trouble To see all of Bobbie's Family Girl Blogs, click on this link: http://bigclosetr.us/topshelf/book/28818/family-girl-blogs

Those that chat with me regularly online know some stuff about me.   Among them is that I ain't too tall, I have chronic insomnia and, aside from chocolate, I don't eat all that much.   It's not anorexia or anything like that, or any other kind of medical condition.   I guess I just don't eat much.   But yesterday was different.

I was responsible for cooking a lot of the food at my family Christmas party at our house yesterday (with Ma's... tutelage, though...).   Moe sez most cooks sorta turn off to eating their own cooking.   I guess being the hostess and all, and with complimentary comments from everyone save my aunt from Canada, I guess I got to relax a bit instead of being on the defensive like I usually am.

My three buds from college (let's call em Larry, Curly and, ummm, Shemp) were aways chatting Moe up, which vaguely irritated me and Curly's girlfriend, (let's call her Lucille).   But that's okay in the long run:   They were clearly out of their league with Moe. (Listen to me.    Used to be I couldn't fake confidence if my life depended on it, and now I can say bullshit things like that wth a straight face... good thing I didn't say anything out loud, athough Lucille said something to that effect as a joke.)

Anyway, I enjoyed last night, and I guess I ate too much because I wasn't self-conscious (too much for me, that is).   After all, everyone that was there have already said they were okay with us, sauf ma tante du Quebec.

I caught her and my dad having words in the kitchen, but I coudn't understand what they were saying.   In any case, I apologized and backed out real quick.

Anyway, though she wasn't friendly, she was at least civil.   I think we impressed her enough (or maybe it was because of   Dad) that we mostly got along.   It was a good night, or good enough.   (at the end of the night, she was actually hoping to spend the night at our house.   Well, tough noogies.   Dad was firm that she's sleeping over at my folks' house.)

The center of attention was my sister (as usual), Moe and her two Asian friends (especially the real sexy Indian girl) and our new dog, Mitsu.   My dad brought beefy-smelling dog biscuits shaped like the nut part of a nut-and-bolt,  called "Foster and Smith Ultra-calm Bites" and it sure made    Mitsu non-yappy the whole night.

Anyway, we exchanged gifts - I got pocketbooks, a couple shawls (fake hermes scarves, but who can tell? heehee), some DVDs, computer-related things and various artices of clothing.   My aunt gave me some Arrow button-down men's shirts, (Arrow is Dad's favorite brand), and she didn't give Moe anything.   Grrr... Anyway, the laugh's on her - the solid-color shirts she gave will work real well with Moe's and my skirts n slacks.   I guess she isn't aware of color-block outfits.

Anyway, last night went real good, but this morning...

I woke up with a real bad tummyache at around 4 or 5.   Moe gave me a laxative, and   I've been to the bathroom six times already (okay - all together now: one, two, three, "ewww!")

I guess, when one normally doesn't eat a lot...

Out of consideration to Moe, I've been using the downstairs bathroom.

My bum doesn't feel good right now.   Good thing I'm on vacation.

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