Poor Brett

Well for the 3rd time in our 5 yr marriage Brett is sick. And when I say sick....I mean like a dog. That's the saying right? Sick like a dog?? The first year we got married, he was up all night with food poisoning...I had even found him the next morning out of our bed and asleep on the bathroom floor. I was never aloud to bring home Olive Garden Alfredo Sauce again. 2nd time was when he and I both got sick together with the swine flu in December '09. Last Night it seemed like food poisoning was yet again the answer as Brett spent most of the night on the bathroom floor again. Poor guy, he is never sick....there is something magical in the Sorensen boy jeans that I wish my kids would've inherited. Poor guy. Now we are never going to be able to have sweet and spicy slow cooked ribs again. Sad, because they were really, really good going down. Not so much coming up though...Hope you feel better babe.