The King made me eat some fat free-sugar free vanilla ice cream from an old fashioned ice cream shop this morning.
Now I'm so sick I want to hurl.
I am allergic to milk products, but I don't think that's what caused these piercing stomach cramps because The King is experiencing them also. My "you probably shouldn't touch anything here with a ten foot pole" radar went off the minute I walked through the establishment's door and took a whiff. It smelled just like my grandpa's old milking barn.
We're now 6 hours post consumption and The King is so sick he couldn't move off his chair for 40 minutes.
Serves him and his stupid no fat, no taste, no happiness diet right.
(Just kidding hon-remember this is the stomach acid talking. I am very proud of you, and you look great. I just needed to be bitter for a moment)