Youngest girl: (retching over the side of the upper bunk) Hack, Hack, Hack!
Oldest girl: (yelling from the lower bunk) Hey! Go do that in the bathroom!
Youngest girl: Ho ahhh (additional puking)
Oldest girl: (ticked off now) Go to the bathroom! You'll feel better. I did.
Youngest girl: HU-ugh! (projectile vomits onto oldest sister's hoodie on the floor.)
Oldest girl: (frantically screaming) Oh for Heaven's sake! Go do that in the bathroom!
Youngest girl: (weakly) Don't shout. You'll wake Mom.
Mom: (rising wearily from bed, grabs her bedside garbage can and goes to girls' room to give it to the youngest daughter.) Here, puke in that.
(to oldest daughter) Go back to sleep, I'll clean up in the morning.
Oh, guess what I saw when I went to Wal-mart to buy Gatorade, Pedialyte, Jell-O and chicken noodle soup! A large Ford Clubwagon van, painted a slightly darker shade of purple than lavender, with a cow horn bolted to the hood and a big bloodshot eye painted underneath the horn.
YES! It was a One-eyed, One-horned, Driving, Purple Clubwaggoner! Made my day. And my camera was with my husband on his overnight camp with a bunch of Scouts. Argh. LOL!
Hey, I told I was sleep deprived...