"Hey, Dad! What is up?" *trying hide the quiver in my voice*
"Oh, yeah? Janne is there? Can I talk to her? I'm having a freak out moment." *Big Props to Dad that he handed the phone to Janne without a peep!* *Pretty sure he thought I was freaking out cause he thought I was pregnant. NOT pregnant.*
"I HAVE TAPEWORMS!" *
Jon came home after I made my freak out phone call to him. Even laid out the reasons why I believed I had tapeworms...I eat raw meat (almost mooing counts, right?), raise animals, worked for years reading cat/dog stool samples at the vet clinic, I'm skinny, I've probably eaten undercooked pork at some point, my headaches (they have to be caused by tapeworm cysts in my brain!), etc., etc.
Good thing he came home and investigated my claims.
It was an onion. I had pizza last night.
Peace and Catch you Worms Later!