tripperfunster

( NOT FOR THE SQUEAMISH )

Sorry if I totes grossed you out!

ETA: 2 am: More barf, but in a bucket this time. yay!
2:30 am: Alarm company calls to say that that our alarm is going off, and our store has been broken into. Hubby goes into the city to see to that mess.
3:30 am: Hubby calls (and wakes me up) to say that yes, we were broken into, but they didn't trash the place or anything.
4:30am: More barfing. Also into the bucket.
5:30am: Hubby gets home. Proceeds to SHIVER in bed for the next two hours until I get up and get him a hot water bottle. He, of course, is convinced he has the stomach flu.
7:30 am: Here I am, with a total of about 3 hours of sleep, getting ready to go to work. I think I'll just let our other son stay home from school, since I have no way of getting him there, with hubby comatose. He will happily play video games all day. He was hilariously incredulous that he slept through everything last night. ;D