Of Love and Puke

So, if you read the previous thread, you know today is my anniversary. Yes indeed. My beautiful wife has put up with my crap for eight years.

“So, Strude, if it’s your anniversary why aren’t you out on the town with your wife?”

Glad you asked. As we pulled up to the babysitter’s house, my wife gets my 2-year-old out of the car and I hear BLECH, SPLASH, “Oh, no.” My daughter had been sick yesterday, but feeling fine today, or so we thought. We were wrong. So, we turned around and came home. Although, it wasn’t a total loss. After all, I don’t recall ever seeing pink puke before.

We were going to see a play that we are reviewing for our website. Instead, my wife and son are at the play and I am home taking care of my daughters with my fingers crossed for no more barf.

I guess the important thing to remember is that while tonight was bust, that the last eight years haven’t been. It’s been a wonderful ride. I still hope I don’t see any more pink puke.