Sunday, Monday, Vomit Days.
Tuesday, Wednesday, Vomit
Thursday, Friday, Vomit
Saturday, Vomit Day.
Vomitin’ all week with you.
I could go on but I’m sure you get the picture. I’ve
lived the past week of my life in a vomit cocoon. I’ve done my best to break free
but I just can’t seem to disinfect my way out of this one. It started on
Saturday night with my son. Tuesday night my daughter got it. Wednesday night I
got it and last night my husband and my daughter were both hitting the
porcelain. Anybody want to come over for a playdate? How about a dinner party?
I’ll be serving crackers and ginger ale. Yum!