Good Morning. Where do I start? ......Yesterday was.....ummmmmm......well..... maybe I should go back to about 11am yesterday to give you the full story. I was sitting at my desk, doing some paperwork, when all of a sudden I was like "Damn......not feeling good here....feels like I'm about to blow chunks. Naaaahh, couldn't be." I toughed it out for a few minutes, but my body was trying to tell me something. I really did have to blow chunks. I barely made it outside.........4 more times in the next hour convinced me that I needed to go chill out at the house and figure out what's going on here. I get to the house and I take a small nap because I had already committed to take Colin to the Dr.'s for his routine checkup later that afternoon. I get up.....still queasy as all hell, but I make it out to daycare to get Colin. We get two blocks from the pediatricians office and Colin erupts into a geyser of pukage that would impress Steve-O. The crosswinds hit me and then I start heaving. I pull over to the side of the road, and we're both heaving massively. In the middle off all of that, I thought about the scene from "Stand by Me" where the whole town starts puking at the pie-eating contest. I was just imagining everyone pulling over that encountered us and seeing a long line of chunked-up drivers releasing breakfast. I whip the truck around, put a towel on Colin, and we hightail it back to our house. I get Colin cleaned up, but the car seat is in bad shape. Looks like no Dr.'s appointment today, big guy. I spray myself off with the garden hose(I know, I know.....this is really a nasty story) heave once or twice more and then I made the call to the in-laws to come and get Colin, because at this point, I'm as weak as Duke's basketball game and need to crash. I have no unearthly idea what we caught, but it's still doing a number on me today. I'm staying home and trying to replace the 3 gallons of water I must have lost.