Monday, November 19, 2012

The Time I Puked On My Husband.

Mr. BUB and I have been together over 7 years.
Married for almost 3 years.

...and just this weekend, he proved how far his love for me really goes.

Let's rewind...

We made a trip to Home Depot Friday night.  As we left, I notice my stomach feeling a little queasy.  I vetoed the idea of getting some grub and instead opted to go home.  I laid down on the couch and when I woke up about an hour later, I apparently looked green.  Green enough for Mr. BUB to take one look at me and run to the kitchen to grab the trash can.

Being the rational person I am, I started whining that I didn't want the stinky kitchen trash can.  Thank God Mr. BUB didn't listen.  Because at the precise moment he reached me, stinky can in hand...

I puked.

On myself.  In the trash can...

and on Mr. BUB.

...

To answer the obvious question:  No, he hasn't left me.  I, too, was very surprised when I awoke to find him still here and taking care of Skeeter while I slept off food poisoning.

And that, ladies and gentlemen, is the lowest point of my life.

8 comments:

Jo said...

True love ... when they still love you after being puked on ... and is willing to clean up the mess

Julie said...

Classic! I have yet to do that, or need my husband to really take care of me (I'm going to post this week about another broken bone incident with my hubs) so I'm kinda waiting for the day :)

Bubblymuppet said...

Aww =( Hope you feel better!

Darby Hawley said...

Oh no!!! I hope you're feeling better now!

Meg O. said...

Poor Mr. BUB. And you! Hope you're feeling better!!

tara said...

Ewwww..

Amber said...

Oh my god, he's a saint! I hope him and Skeet don't get sick. Get well soon hoecakes!!!

Crazy Shenanigans-JMO said...

That's true love! lol

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