You Totally Need to Blame the Nuts

Last night while deciding what to have for dinner I grabbed the peanuts thinking I'd use them for dinner. However, I kibosh-ed the idea and put them back in the pantry but not before grabbing a few handfuls.

During dinner my stomach started to feel icky but I just figured it was the fact that I had eaten too many carrots earlier and my stomach was rebelling.

After dinner I was queasy and needed to brace myself for each stomach cramp, much like bracing during labor. I found myself breathing through each cramp as if all those breathing exercises in my birthing class were actually meant to help you during labor or, you know, the occasional intestinal battle.

The nausea was unbearable.

I suffered through the night.

It wasn't until I was in the Kitchen pacing back and forth at 12:17 am that I thought about those peanuts. Those damn peanuts. You know, the peanuts responsible for making hundreds of people sick. Yeah, those fucking peanuts.

My husband swore on his grave there was no way the peanuts we had were bad because he had at least 6 handfuls and not even a grumble.

FDA says different.

I'll be back soon-ish since I'm feeling better, so maybe it wasn't the nuts BUT when in doubt blame the NUTS!