I’ve mentioned on more than one occasion my ten year long streak of being puke-free.
As odd as it sounds- I’m pretty proud of that streak. Sort of like Jerry Seinfeld was- until he ate the black and white cookie and erased ten years in a mere matter of minutes.
“My stomach is a freaking tank!” I tell people.
Some people are proud of their marathons or coin collections? Yeah- I’m proud of my amazing ability to keep my crap together when everyone else is on the floor.
Unfortunately, however, yesterday- 8 November 2008 my freakishly long puke-free streak came to a screeching halt.
Not once.
Not twice.
Maybe not even three or four times…
The streak has ended and my stomach is no longer made of iron.
It’s a sad, sad day in the B-Love house.
I feel as though this post ought to be full of hilarious vomit references embedded in each sentence, but I’m not feeling very creative. I think I flushed some of my pithiness down the toilet last night (amongst all sorts of other interesting things- way cooler and more colorful than pithiness).
So- here’s to day one on the long road to 2018.
Chances are history won’t repeat itself and I’ll find myself eating bad fish or chicken and hugging the toilet by 2010- but hey- a girl has to have goals right?
What a sad day indeed. Hope you are feeling better!!