As gross as the above picture looks, you guys know I can't help but to keep it real with yall. So, after a lovely night of la-le-lagging which basically means doing absolutely nothing, my loving mother comes in with a treat. And as a trini, I was over joyed to see this lovely piece of roti that had been broughten to delight my belly. Only it did not turn out how I planned, while eating, I stated directly to my love "something does not taste right with this" so I cannot say I wasn't in total shock of the outcome of this morning.

Needless to say, after the long time spent out of the oven and pot into the hands of my mother,
sitting and waiting for her to finish her half and enjoy her conversation with a friend, and then the long journey home, it didn't turn out to good. Everyone knows curry cannot be sitting out for more then two - three hours or else your belly is in jeopardy. Well I foundout the hard way, that what I thought was fresh wasn't to fresh at all.

Now to wake up in the morning, to have to sprint to the bathroom hand over mouth is pretty disturbing to say the least but when it starts to feel like your insides are being torn out by a mini demon, you know your ass is not in luck (literally). Myself and mr.toilet bowl have become greatly aquanted atleast, I never really noticed how spacious and nice the interior of my bathroom is, syke.

I'm going to lay down now, before I leave a unforgiveable mess on my keyboard.
May, I note I had to stop to take three bathroom breaks while filling yall in, I am not a happy camper ! toast, to all the pretty toilet bowls & complimentary toilet paper.