A Valentine Massacre

Why have the waters been so still on this blog?

Well, it all started with Bailey on Wednesday. I just chalked it up to something he ate.

However, on Thursday, when I was making my 5:00 PM made dash to the post office to mail Valentines, the "something he ate" became a full out massacre.

Here is the story: I grabbed Barnum out of his car seat and shouted, "RUN, RUN!!" We had to get in the building before closing time to have any hope of our slaved-over-handmade-cards getting to their recipients on time. He did exactly as I instructed. We ran and ran and joined the 30 other people in the mile-long line. I was thrilled to see they were not closed.

My joy turned to confusion as I started to hear a strong gagging sound. My confusion turned into, OH-NO-THAT-DID-NOT-JUST-HAPPEN!!! as I turned to see Barnum delivering a rushing, splashing wave of blood red vomit. (Blood red thanks to Valentine candy.) Okay, so now it is just not Bailey but Barnum AND Bailey.

I felt so badly for Barnum as he stood in the middle of the post office, vomiting, screaming and terrifying the masses.

I felt so badly for myself because it took 30 MINUTES to get someone to give me some stupid paper towels! I KNOW THEY SAW and HEARD what was HAPPENING!!! Let me just say, the post office is a great example of government workers at their finest.

Long story short, The Strong Man and I have been elbow deep in "The 24 hour Intestinal Flu." However, when four people are stricken on FOUR different days, it drags on a little longer than 24 hours. Our Valentine's Day was a fragrant one.

I am sick of the whining, the mess, the smell and the laundry. But I am blessed to have the three BEST Valentines a person could have!!!

I love you Strong Man, Barnum, and Bailey!!