Still Alive.

Monday, my brother asked me to babysit my niece and nephew, who were home from school with stomach viruses. They were puking their guts up in epic proportions – so much so it sounded like somebody needed to call the large animal veterinarian.

I asked my niece not to breathe her sick cooties on me, but because she’s an out-of-control child she thought it would be hilarious to blow right in my face, and lo and behold I got massively sick yesterday. It really knocked me on my ass.

But somehow, miraculously didn’t vomit once. Which means my streak of not puking stays in tact – and dates all the way back to March 9, 1998. This is Joe Dimaggio proportions, people. Pardon me while I very gingerly pat myself on the back.