A Little Gastro-Intestinal Excitement

Many of you who know me know of one of my more charming travel traditions:  spending an evening on my knees in the bathroom, checking out the insides of out-of-state toilets.  I did this again last night, much to my own amusement.  Though this time, the food that caused the problem wasn’t red.  It was dried cherries in Canada, Marinara sauce with corn in Tucson, salsa at home that one time, tomato soup in Texas (with a side of egg-salad sandwiches), and something unidentifiable in California.  No last night, it was Dark Chocolate Peppermint ice cream.  Not the most pleasant thing when it comes back up.  I may be cured from ice cream forever!  Seriously though, in the past six years, I’ve thrown up at least seven times, and only one of those was at home!  Weird.