{Porta who?!}

Hello, my name is Nicole and I have port-a-potty issues.

Or maybe I don't. 

Maybe... ugh gross. 

No way, they're disgusting.

So, why do I find myself talking about them again?

I went on a run not that long ago today.

As I was doing my warm-up walk, I noticed my stomach gurgling.

I thought to myself, "eh, you'll be ok. It will go away."

Funny.

It indeed did not go away.

I'd started running anyway.

Then I had to stop and walk.

Then I had to walk even slower.

Thank goodness they are working on the road right there by the park because there was a port-a-potty.

I'm so serious when I say I would not have made it home;

I was already too far away.

It's such a beautiful day too.

Hot.

But, oh so wanted.

So, last night at work I was a good girl and brought in all my healthy foods.

I'd forgotten we were having cake and pizza for a guys going away.

I figured, I've been good.

I'll have a small slice of cake and two slices of pizza.

Boy oh boy, it took that pizza like 5 minutes to upset my stomach.

Blech.

I think between eating the cake and pizza last night, workings nights (not sleeping right), and what I had for breakfast this morning just completely messed me up.

On a positive note, I'm meeting my friends and previous co-workers at a brewery for drinks.

Just one for me.