Thursday, November 25, 2010

where was the vanilla-roma when we needed it?

While our drive up the Bay Area this week was not nearly as bad as our close to 9-hour debacle of a couple of years past it was as they always seem to be these days -- a doozy.

About an hour after we left our house this girl...

threw up in the car.

Of course there were no exits for miles, so we pulled over on the highway, cleaned and bagged everything the best we could and climbed back in because we still had a LONG way to go.

Mo was a trooper, and didn't even cry when she was puking or when she got stripped down on the highway shoulder (she was swishing the vomit around in her mouth which thoroughly grossed the rest of us out).

Nothing like trying to ignore the smell of puke in the car for 5 hours.

Oh and,

Happy Thanksgiving!


jen@odbt said...

Poor Mo and the rest of you. Puke smells in a small contained space is no fun. I hope she's feeling better and you had a great Thanksgiving!

Sandy a la Mode said...

oh my goodness!! poor little girl!! hope the rest of your thanksgiving was wonderful!!!