This girl is sick.
Only "The Exorcist" featured more graphic vomiting than we saw last night. (Who knew it could spew out your nose?)
She took three baths last night, and I took two if that's any indication.
You'll be happy to know that I resisted the temptation to take pics of her first bout with illness.
Surprisingly, she's still in a good mood 'cause she's sweet like that.
I, however, shed some tears.
Of course, I'm not new to throw-up. I'm a professional nausea-ist, which means I'm dizzy, motion sick or on the verge of puking most days.
Why? I don't know. Rest assured it's not an eating disorder, though it is disorderly conduct for sure. Which reminds me of an awesome game by that same name that Stephanie's friends used to play where the loser becomes a party slave and participants are forced to do such "crazy" things as write love poems and all sorts of innuendo-ish behavior that probably seemed wild when the game was made in 1983 but now seems tame.
But I digress.
I've thrown up in bushes, trash cans, hallways, floors, bathtubs ... you name it.
One time, I threw up in the entrance to a video store, back when you had to go through a gate to enter the store. So pretty much my vomit kept everyone from renting "Grease 2"or "Licensed to Drive" that night. And I was pretty ashamed, as well.
Back when I was single, I used to throw up when I found out my crushes were involved with other ladies, or when I would kiss someone I didn't really like out of obligation. (I'm a sucker for the underdogs.)
What about you?
What's your throw-up personality?
And what's your worst vomit story?
Don't be afraid to give the dirty details.
We can always take another bath.
