If love is carrying someone's barf bag to the nearest airport trash receptacle, then Paul must adore me.
I had a lovely long visit home this past weekend, except for the final four hours. I was fine at Joe's wedding. Perfect at Katie's bridal shower. It wasn't until I was somewhere in the air between Columbus and Detroit that I started to feel queasy.
Without going into too many details, I was sick the entire plane ride from Detroit to New York. Luckily, Paul and I had the entire last row of the plane to ourselves. The flight attendant told us at the end of the trip that the pilot even delayed take-off for a bit to consult with air traffic control about whether I should get off the plane. Great.
Needless to say, I stayed home from work the next day. I was fine again and eating normally by the evening. More about the pleasant aspects of my trip (along with pictures!) later.
It wasn't all the cupcakes and pancakes that made you sick was it? :) Glad you are feeling better!
ReplyDeleteHa, I couldn't PAY Phil to do that! He has a thing about puke that I think it rather childish, but whatever.
ReplyDeleteIncidentally, I didn't know your sister was getting married....congratulations to her.
I didn't know Katie was getting married either! I second Allison's congratulations.
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