December 8, 2010


...spew, yak, throw up, blow chunks.  However you say it, what is it about it that makes you want to do just that...vomit?

On our way home from work the other day Aaron informed me that he wasn't feeling very well.  Soon after, he informed me that he was going to throw up.  Like NOW!  So he pulls over to the side of the road, and I thought he had made it when all of the sudden I see a spray of water hit the windshield in front of Aaron.  I look over at him and his cheeks are completely full of vomit.  Haha, I felt bad but I couldn't help but laugh looking at him.  He caught his vomit!  (Mostly)  So he opens up the door and starts throwing up on the side of the road.  Meanwhile, I catch the smell and hear the sound of it and I almost lose it too.  So while he's throwing up out his door, I throw my door open to and start gagging and coming sooo close to loosing it out mine.  Aparently, my weak stomach is funny to Aaron so he starts laughing, and I start laughing, then he starts throwing up again, and I'm out the door almost throwing up again!  ...and on and on the vicious cycle goes!...

It was the most disgusting, funny drive home we've had in a long long time.  And of course, once we got home he left his door open so that I could see the mess he had made on the inside of the car door.  TOTALLY...DISGUSTING...HOT DOGS!!!  Really!?!  Typical Aaron. 

Haha, I love that boy!

(Aren't you glad I didn't post any pictures of this one?)