Vomitorium

I haven't posted for two weeks - since the ugly bug got the house. I guess I should record our experience so if we ever look back on this we will remember the days following Thanksgiving 2006. It was Thursday, and by Friday midnight 5 out of 6 of us were blowing. It hit each of us at about the same time. There was literaly one moment when Max was driving the porcelain bus, Caitie was hanging over the sink, Olivia had a bowl in the bathtub, and I came around the corner headed to the bathroom. Debi, the only survivor of this ordeal, began to laugh and directed me up stairs to find a functional toilet because there was absolutely nowhere else to puke. It would have been funny if it weren't so gross.