Tuesday, June 29, 2010
The Turtle Hurl.... Er, I mean, Turtle Twirl...
After lunch, I felt better! So when Jefferson asked me if I would go on the Turtle Twirl with him for his final ride, I said, "Sure!," since I hadn't yet been on it with him. We had a blast, spinning as fast as we could. I thought I felt fine - until we got in the car to go home. I jokingly told Brett if I were going to toss my cookies, I'd aim the other way. About 5 minutes later, I thought to myself, "I'm really not feeling well. Maybe I ought to look for a bag or something in case I really do throw up." Good thinking on my part, because right after picking up an old Ziploc, I hurled. Four times. Into the bag. It went something like this:
Ellie: "Mom, what are you doing?"
Ellie: "Mom, what doing?"
Ellie, louder: "Mom, what are you doing?"
Anne, quietly: "Shut up!"
Brett: "Mommy isn't feeling well."
I'm proud to report I got nearly everything into the bag. Except what went down my face and onto my shirt. I think it will be a while before I will go on a Tilt-A-Whirl again. Or before Brett will want to let me in the van. But at least I used a bag.