at 12:15pm today,
bieber fever and i stood in front of the onion and napkin dispensers at costco.
where he puked 3 times down the front of me.
after he had drank half of his berry smoothie.
and taken 4 bites of pizza.
it was not awesome.
imagine niagra falls,
i held my head away from the target, eyes closed, holding my breath, still holding him.
hoping that my already zipped up coat would keep the puke from going down my shirt.
and make less of a scene.
it was in vain.
oh please, just say my hair was saved.
this is what i was thinking.
it was not so.
good thing we'd just bought motrin.
b/c between crying and breathing, he said he needed some.
we drove home drenched and stenched.
it was gross.
i stripped us both down naked in the laundry room when we walked in the door.
threw everything we had on in the wash.
grabbed a coat so my neighbors couldn't see me walking upstairs naked.
locked the baby in our bathroom with me.
and took another shower.
hair and all.
there was no salvaging.
gave bieber his medicine.
put a movie on for brennan.
who still has no pants on.
i feel better now:)
it's just a pity i had already showered this morning.