Jeff was up all night emptying out from both ends. Poor guy. On the bathroom floor until at least 4AM. When morning hit, our celebration was abbreviated. We opened presents and then I ran to Granny's garage to get Jeff some Gatorade, as I thought the stores would be closed. Poor Jeff was in bed all day, finally rousting in the evening for a piece of toast. We later found out that many of the Mosers caught this bug after Weber Christmas, and we teasingly called our cutest family member, "Typhoid Jane."
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