Last night the ear doctor and I were invited over to have dinner with a brand spanking new set of friends.
Well, they aren't really that *new* since we've known them at least 10 months or so, but we've never been over to their house. Until I've been over to someone's house I don't think that they're really friends yet.
Wait a minute, that isn't true at all. I consider a lot of my internet bloggy friends to be real...hmmm....must figure out a new definition of friend I guess. But that's beside the point.
We went over to their house along with another couple. Between the 6 of us and their 1 year old adorable little girl we had a great time. But here's the thing, my stomach has been in knots for the past couple of days, no doubt thanks to my lovely little sister and niece. As a result I really couldn't even get half way through the delicious looking lasagna that was dished up for me.
I felt HORRIBLE.
I was invited to their home, they made me lasagna from scratch and from the looks of my plate I was a picky, sensitive eater (my pet peeve). I tried to make it clear that it was just my stomach that was churning like the south sea, not her cooking, but I still felt so badly.