I had. So I went to like a dinner with a bunch of my girlfriends the day after Christmas. And eight out of the nine of us who were there that night got whatever this was. And the worst part was the next morning after that dinner was when I was traveling to Canada to see Wes's family, who he only gets to see like once or twice a year. So it's a really, really big deal, you know, for him to go and for me to go. And his kids came with us. And we were supposed to stay three days. So the very first day that we were there, we're at his sister Angie's house. And I can tell, like, something's up with my stomach. Now, mind you, I had eaten a whole bunch of junk that she had out on her kitchen counter. I had had, you know, a glass and a half of wine at that point. We start to do this white elephant game. And I'm like, oh, no. Like, I can tell that something is very, very off. So I tell Wes, I need to go to the bathroom and pee, which was a complete lie. I didn't even make it to the bathroom. I barfed everywhere, you guys. All over his sister's floor, up the walls, down the vent, on the pictures, hanging on her bathroom wall.