It's Gotta be the Limes

The strangest thing keeps happening to me. Whatever the case -- I meet friends for dinner/drinks, We have people over for dinner/drinks, Greg and I sit at home with dinner/drinks.. and I always end up with a stomach ache. This has been going on for a while now --and I must admit -- it's cramping my style.

So, Friday night into Saturday morning when I'm in bed and cannot sleep due to the burning fire in my stomach.... I contemplate the day's events. And it hits me. It's gotta be the limes.

Case in point:

Friday afternoon I began the weekend at 3:30 by attending a work barbeque. All I had was a Carona with a LIME.

5:00 I met friends for happy hour where I started with a vodka tonic and a LIME.

5:30 I had another vodka tonic and a LIME.

6:00 I had another vodka tonic and a LIME.

7:00 I was forced into taking a bite of key LIME pie.

7:30 I had a partial vodka tonic and a LIME.

3:00 AM I woke to the 4 alarm fire raging in my stomach. I got up to get some Mylanta, and my head was spinning so fast I almost fell down the stairs. Who would have thought limes could do such a thing? They're fruit. Supposed to be good for us, right? Thank goodness Eric finished my last vodka tonic with LIME, or it might have been worse.

LIMES were a big contributor to my grumpiness on Saturday, too. Because of the LIMES, I was up all night. Got no sleep. Felt like crap. Had a stomach ache. A head ache. No appetite. No energy. Everyone got on my nerves. Damn limes.