Expired Spinach--> Expired Stomach

My first day of Christmas break has finally arrived. I am free to start blogging once again. The bonds of school have been removed and I am overjoyed beyond compare. But my first encounter with expired spinach occurred today as well. All too well. I’m never eating the frickin’ plant again.

For lunch, I created the most exquisite salad dreamed possible. It was complete with crisp, juicy grapes, dried cranberries, tender honey ham, and to my deepest regret, spinach. I topped it all off with Honey Mustard dressing and was loving life for a good twenty minutes, until I choked on a grape. But that was the least of my concerns.

Later, after I devoured my salad of doom, we went to watch Kevin’s volleyball tournament. The best part about watching Kevin play volleyball is the fact that he’s the only boy on the court and that the back of his jersey reads, “Killa.” So precious.

Unfortunately, Kevin’s stomach starting hurting, which prevented him from playing.

“My shorts are too tight,” claimed the “Killa.” My mom offered to cut the elasticity band in his shorts to relieve some of the constriction. However, he’d run the risk of playing with his shorts down to his ankles. I was all for cutting the band. This 5^th grade volleyball game needed some excitement.

Unfortunately, Kevin declined and it was at that point I noticed my own stomach starting to hurt. I wondered if my shorts were too tight as well. But that wasn’t the case for I always ensure I’ve got extra room in my shorts, pants, spandex ect. One never knows when you’ll cross paths with an enormous meal or if you’ll have to partake in a volleyball game ;)

I sat in the fetal position on the bleachers, slowly began to rock back and forth, and pondered what I ate today. I immediately thought of the spinach, which happened to be a questionable green shade. I asked my little sister sitting beside me if she knew what the expiration date on the spinach was. She paused, gave me this horrified look, and responded, “Eww Rachelle. That spinach was past its time on November 28^th!” The spinach was overdue at least twelve days.I knew at that moment today was going to be a long day…in the bathroom.

Currently, I’m feeling loads better after much “unloading” and am looking forward to the rest of this long-delayed winter break, spinach-free.