Vomit Horror Stories

Poor Blog Bruncle Contagion had to spend his Saturday at home due to his vomity family. Then Blog Mom Bou mentions in the comments that she's okay with vomiting, as long as it's not in the mouth.

Oh memories!

Now, let me preface this with...I.DO.NO.THROW.UP!! I will lay there miserable, curled up in a ball until the misery goes away. But I will not throw it up. I can't make myself do it nor will I let myself. I JUST CAN'T! I can count how many times I've thrown up on one hand. Obviously my drinking escapade was one of them. There was a time in Okinawa when I was 5 or 6 that I was lying in bed rolled over, throwing up in a bucket. Noodles and tomato sauce are not good the 2nd time around!

And then there was this time. I was probably 1 or 2 years of age and we were visiting family in Rolla, Missouri. We were at my great grandparents house and the majority of the family was there. Now, just about every man in that side of my family, used chewing tobacco. I learned at a very early age that you don't just pick up a soda can on the end table and drink it. Not worth the chance!

Well, I was playing with one of my uncles, and he of course had chew in his mouth. He started throwing me up in the air and we were both laughing, having a good old time. He was smiling real big and I was giggling 'til my heart was content.

Well, you can only shake a baby so much until they spew! Yes, that's right, I hurled right in my Uncle's mouth...right in there with the tobacco!

He won't make that mistake again :-)