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Monday, January 14

A Funny Puke Story


I had no idea what to title this one. . .


Patrick puked before we went to Mass on Sunday. He coughed really hard, so I thought him getting sick might just have been a gag reflex. After the initial shock of getting sick, he was fine. Even asked for chocolate donuts for breakfast. Thinking he was fine, I gave them to him. So, we get ready and go to Mass. He was pretty tired and just wanted to be held during Mass. Halfway through Mass, right after the homily, we stood up to recite the Creed - Patrick pukes again. This time all over the front and back of my black sweater, all over his sweater and the pew. Chocolate donut puke. I heard the puke splash all over the pew. We always sit on the 2nd row, so I had to sprint to the back of the church, while holding him and having him puke on me instead of the church floor. We get into the restroom and he pukes more (which I realized on the way home we forgot to flush.) Diane Jackson - angel that she is - follows us to help me through the doors and to get paper towels to clean up the pew. Apparently, my dad followed Diane out. We took off Patrick's sweater - good thing he had a t-shirt on underneath. My dad had to walk back up and get my keys which were still in the pew. He met us back out in the foyer and carried Patrick to my car since I had puke all over me, and then went back into Mass. I still had to drive home and really didn't want to smell the chocolate donut puke any more or get it on my upholstery, so what did I do. . . I took off my sweater and drove home in my bra. I SURE DID! And not just any ol' bra - a leopard print bra. Patrick thought this was pretty funny. I hit almost every light on the way home, so I tried to stop in between cars so no one could directly see in the car. Nothing crazy happened on the way home, thank goodness. What would I have done if I was in an accident or gotten pulled over. He got sick one more time at my mom's house. And after a nap, woke up and insisted on having pancakes. I guess Doodah makes magic pancakes, because he didn't get sick again. What a Sunday!

6 comments:

Kim said...

Oh Britta, that's a freaking great story...I'm LOL! Poor Patrick and Momma too, gezzz the things we go through, I'll have to ask mom if they saw you.....

Kerry Kern said...

I am laughing out lud right now that is so funny about the bra thing, and so horrible that Patrick was sick so sorry, glad he is all better though

kristinbednarz said...

I LOVE this! Not that Patrick was sick. But that you actually blogged about it! YEAH!

So funny.

Jennifer Adling said...

Sorry he was sick....but that is a funny story!!

Stacy said...

That is so funny! I can picture you running through church and poor Patrick getting sick all over you. I love that Patrick thought it was funny that you were driving home in your bra. Too funny.

Kenda said...

Hilarious story...man, where can i get one of those bras?