Tuesday, January 25, 2011


Overheard at 2:30 in the morning.
Henry, standing in our bedroom. "I guess I was wrong. I DID have to throw up again."
"I HATE being wrong"
Yeah, it was an awesome night.
It was mostly awesome for Jeff, who cleaned up two pools of vomit while I lay in bed and tried to ignore what was happening around me.
Me and throw up=Not friends
And in case I seem like a complete wuss, I did rub his back while he threw up in the toilet this morning.
The end.

1 comment:

  1. Oh good times. Middle of the night throw ups are the best!

    Get some diet Pepsi today and stay in your sweats...


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