Bad Chicken

Well, last night I made a great dinner for my husband as I do every night, yes he is spoiled. I made chicken ceaser salad with garlic and vinegar chicken. I knew the chicken looked a bit odd, but I thought it was just a differnet way that we bought it and threw it in the pan to sizzle away.
The dinner was uneventful and we retreated to bed, then it started... Grumble, grumble. First it started with Nick, he came downstairs complaining of stomach pain and not feeling well, I laughed it off thinking that again it was him being a baby as all men are. (Am I right ladies?) He came down, I got him some coke and crackers, my fix for all ailments and went to sleep. I woke up and felt as though I was about to loose breakfast, lunch and dinner. Now, understanding our house we are sleeping on the bottom floor with a spiral staircase anda living room blocking my way to the bathroom. It is not an easy task, so I thought upchuck out the window? Run out into the garage? Or grab a metal pot and see what develops....
Needless to say, I decided to grab my quilt and go upstairs to sleep on the couch so that I am closer to the bathroom then the basement. I got upstairs and my chihuahua automatically positioned himeslf by my butt and fell fast asleep. I on the other hand tossed and turned, groaned and listened to my husband tell me a story in his sleep (He is really good at that, last night was about cows and chocolate.) Wonder what he was thinking about.
Anyway, I made it through the night without praying to the toliet as I thought I would be doing. Here I am at work trying to figure out what went wrong with my chicken dish... and no I did not do it on purpose so that my husband will say " No hunny, I will cook remember the bad chicken." Hmmm, great idea though. :)