I'm sitting in the living room of my in-law's house, wrapped in a chenille blanket and eying a plastic bowl next to me. I'm pretty sure I have food poisoning. I didn't want to wake up the kids with my bathroom runs, so I'm distracting myself on the computer instead.
So because I have nothing better to do, I was re-reading an interview that Motley Vision did with my husband about his first book, a collection of short stories called Dominant Traits. It's set in southern Alberta, where I am currently visiting for a family reunion. Buy the book! So we can be rich and famous! (Just kidding about that last part.)
I keep staring at the bowl hoping to puke. I'm really tired and want to get it all over with so I can go to bed.