Everyone that came to my house on Saturday to meet Rudy is sick with food poisoning. This is the first time this has ever happened to me and I'm mortified with embarrassment. To know me is to know that I really hate to be sick to my stomach and I wish I would die instead of vomiting. I feel trashed. My dear husband made me a 7-Up to sip on and hopefully calm this angry gastrointestinal thing I've got going, I'm headed back to bed.