Last night, a wonderful case of food poisoning settled in por moi.

It might have been the ham sandwich I had in the Cinci airport, or I might have slipped myself something while "deveining" the fresh shrimp I made as an appetizer for our first dinner on the island -- I used the recipe for boiled shrimp on the Old Bay Seasoning can, only where it said water, beer was substituted. The shrimp was yummy, and since no one else who ate it was ill, I don't think it was the shrimp itself. But like I said, I could have done something foolish while prepping it... Another possible suspect was the salad I had from a restaurant last night. Nothing tasted really off, but I was tasting that sesame oil dressing all night long...

I honestly think it was the ham sandwich, since the timeframe seems more likely. Anyway, by late afternoon I was feeling mostly human again.

SHE had some unexpected excitement this day, too.

Soon after SHE came back from the beach in the afternoon, I heard a loud whoop from the bathroom. SHE had encountered a spider who thought her clear makeup bag might be a good place to hide. Even on vacation, certain husbandly duties must be performed, so I took said bag out onto the side porch and released the spider into the foliage behind the cottage, using the end of an eyebrow pencil. Little did I know...

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