An hour before we were supposed to hit the road, Wells yakked all over my bedroom. We postponed leaving to make sure it wasn’t a virus. We took him to eat Mexican (what better way to find out), and then shook him up real good. He did not spew. Must have been something he ate, right? The next morning we decided to go ahead with the trip. We packed up, dumped the kids off with my parents and headed to Seaside, Florida. Ahhhhh. A nice, relaxing weekend. We checked in at Vera Bradley’s Inn By the Sea. Loved the room…

For me? Oh VERA, you shouldn't have...

After we unloaded the car, we changed and headed to Rosemary Beach to shop and have dinner. On the way there, I began to feel a little queasy. I accused SK of wearing too much cologne, and hung my head out the window. After a lovely dinner of mussels and scallops, we headed back to Seaside. SK wanted to go to Bud and Alley’s, but I didn’t feel very good. He called me a dud (me? a DUD?), so I decided to suck it up and go.

happier times

As soon as I sat down, I knew it was a mistake. I was 50 yards shy of the room when I threw up in the bushes. I’m sure all the college kids walking by were thinking, “Geez, it is only 7 o’clock… take it easy, lady.” I will spare you the play by play from that point on (hello mussels! hello scallops!), but will tell you I yakked 10 (TEN!) times between 7 and 2 a.m. At some point, SK went for supplies. Gatorade, Lysol and plastic bags. So romantic.

The next day, I didn’t get out of the bed. I was dehydrated and had fever. I was also 99.9% sure it was food poisoning. The lady that ran the Inn accidentally came into the room (bless her soul), and while apologizing, said she thought we were with the group from Victoria’s Secret that had gone out for the day to shoot. Hold up.

Me: Did she just say Victoria’s Secret models are staying in this house?
SK: Yes. Yes she did.

Nothing makes you feel more unattractive than puking out your nose. Except maybe puking out your nose in a house full of Victoria’s Secret models.

But, the fun didn’t stop there. The next morning my sister texted that Lily woke up barfing all over their hotel in Birmingham. That afternoon, when they were driving home, Kailey’s BFF Mayson blew it out all over my sister’s new car. Thirty minutes after I picked up the kids from my parents, my mom got it. My brother-in-law got it as well (happy birthday, Uncle Clay!). Later, I found out that friends we had lunch with on Friday, and our sweet babysitter, also had it over the weekend. My apologies to all. Hmmm. Guess it wasn’t food poisoning.