The Governor awoke this morning, came into the room, walked around to my side of the bed, and before he could say anything, he sneezed. On me. Specifically, on my face. A big, thick, yellow glob hit me straight across the bridge of the nose and attending watery spray peppered the remaining exposed skin.
In retaliation, I was going to vomit on him. I felt nauseous enough to do it, but it wouldn't come. In hindsight, I'm glad I didn't. Nothing worse than sober vomitting.
After that spectacular start, my day got a lot better.
Posted by Cathy at October 10, 2005 09:35 PMDid it taste like chicken?
Posted by: Aunt S at October 11, 2005 04:25 PMOh, what we have to look forward too. Luckily our bed is high up, maybe it will miss me!
Posted by: Paula at October 12, 2005 09:46 AM