Thursday, September 11, 2008

Vomitville...'s where I live. Monday night was Geneva. Tuesday all day was Grandma Lulu. Greg hasn't left the bedroom since we lay our heads down last night at 10pm. Violent barfing began at 4am (and hasn't completely ceased). When my husband throws up it sounds like he is calling dinosaurs-- and fully expects them to hear him (despite how very long they have been extinct) and come thundering into the bedroom to find out why he sounds so desperate. In other words, he's LOUD. Seriously, the poor man. The poor neighbors. 

Needless to say, I'm sleeping in another room tonight.

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1 comment :

  1. "Calling dinosaurs"... I'm super sorry, but this is one of the funniest posts I've read in a long time. Hope Greg feels better by the weekend.