If I thought the drive TO my in-laws was fun, the ride back was even more awesome. And by awesome, I mean HORRIBLE. We had stopped in Savannah to see JD’s sister and family, and as we were leaving, the MoonPie projectile vomited across three rooms. For five hours, I sat in the back of the van, holding her hair out of her face with one hand and a Walmart bag in the other. She was pitiful. She IS pitiful. I’ve heard this is a 24 hour bug that’s going around, so hopefully it will be gone soon.
Since eating dinner on the road was not an option, I was starving when I got home and promptly consumed my weight in chips and salsa. What are the chances I’m going to regret that decision sometime over the next few hours?
Thanks for not posting pictures.
Poor Moon Pie I hope she is better today
hope she is alot better now tell her i love her
Hoping Rachel is all better by now and the rest of you don’t get it!!
Don’t beat yourself up, she only vomitted in two rooms! Bless ‘er heart!