But alas, all did not stay well. Haha! We went to a little Mexican restaurant for dinner. It was a cute little place. When I first started dating Sammy, my poor little tummy couldn't handle all the authentic mexican cooking. But over time I've gotten an itty bit more used to it. So I felt brave going in and got THE SUPREME QUESADILLA! It had chicken, cheese, lettuce, tomatoes, sour cream, and guacamole! Now, this may not sound that risky of a choice, but you haven't met my tummy. When my quesadilla arrived, it was huge! And it was delicious. So. Delicious. All was well.
Then out of nowhere I felt my stomach sink. Uh oh. Oh. No. I honestly thought I was going to be sick at the table. But then I started going through my little mental breathing exercises I do when this happens. When you have puke-a-phobia and panic attacks, you get very good at this. We got back to Sammy's house and I still felt really sick, so we just relaxed for a bit. Learned about the amish mafia. Talk about quality television right there.
Then the tamale making began. And I still felt sick. So we made them for a bit, then went back to snuggling. Quality tamale making time with whole family=15 minutes. Awesome cuddling time= a few hours.
I'm ok with that.