Those were the words I was uttering as the jalapeno popper from hell began it's slow tortuous descent down to my intestines. Sunday night, DH and I had a farewell party for our daughter, son-in-law and baby Aiden. I hadn't eaten that much since I was still getting over my lack of sleep from Sat. morning, oh, Sunday morning...went to bed at 2:30 a.m. Sunday morning....got up at 10...oey vey....what a weekend I had!!
My honey thought he'd make some poppers, at about 10:30 Sunday night, made with fresh jalapenos from Hatch, NM. They were delish, till 4:30 a.m. Monday morning. I had 1 1/2 and they were gooood, but I was just too tired to even finish the 2nd one, so I put it down and my son decided he'd finish it up. Thankfully, no one else was affected by these devilish little morsels, but my sweet man and I were down for the count. He never calls in sick, but yesterday was an exception...poor guy, he was worse off than me, since he ate many more.
Ok, there's a little silver lining to this story, my honey took another day off just because he realized he's just "beat up" from having the kids here for a little over 2 weeks and and trying to keep up with those yung'uns, so he decided just needed a mental health day now, however, he is going into the office for a couple of hours now but will return to spend the rest of the day with me. I'm planning on going into my studio and do some more Halloweenie work and take pics of my newest little something. Have a great day and peace out.