Bedtime Banter
When I went to bed last night my tummy was a little upset. We don’t have any upset tummy medicine [at least none that's not expired], so I just laid in bed in the fetal position and moaned about it.
Lee, being all kind and gentle, asked me if I was going to moan all night.
I said, “Don’t make me throw up on you.”
He said, “If you throw up on me, I’ll throw up on you?”
“Why would you do that?” I asked him.
“You don’t think I would throw up on you if you threw up on me?”
“Well I’d just throw up on you then if you threw up on me because I threw up on you.”
“Yeah, well I’d throw up on you because you threw up on me because I threw up on you when you threw up on me.”
And this, ladies and gentlemen, is what we discuss at midnight as we get ready to turn off the lights and go to bed. We are so romantic.
You know me and barf. I’d throw up whether it was physically on me or not. Any throwing up at my house and I’m running down the hall yelling “LA LA LA LA LA LA” or “MMMAAAAAAATTTT”. I want NO WHERE NEAR IT!”
Ugh…dry heave just thinking about it.
God that is so funny. As long as no one really threw up.