We had plans to see Ani DiFranco on Wednesday evening at the Church. We left the kiddies with Grandma JoJo and were off to enjoy some preconcert drinks with friends.
I slurped up the last drop of my raspberry martini at Scarlett when Chris's cell phone rang. It had the ring of doom. Our night of freedom, music and fun lasted all of an hour because Griffin started projectile vomiting all over the flippin' place. He even managed to coat my mother in bile - leaving her wandering our home in her bra.
Instead of dancing the night away to Ani's tunes, we spent the better part of the evening playing catch the vomit before it hits the floor.
Just livin' the dream, one day at a time.
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Your last line had me laughing out loud. I'm sorry to hear you have a puke-fest on your hands. I'm dreading my next one--- I have a serious puke-phobia. Hope he feels better soon!
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