O’Charley’s or O’Hurley’s?

I’ve heard it said that dignity goes out the window with motherhood, and this weekend I was living proof of that.

Friday night, we went out to dinner. I was feeling awful – very queasy. I tried every trick in the book, but unfortunately nothing was working (although I appreciate the great tips all of you left for me!). I was trying to keep down enjoy my food, but it was difficult.

Eventually I couldn’t take it any more and headed to the restroom. I was so sick. It was awful. By the time it was over, I was cleaning puke off my shoes. And my jeans. And the floor.

However, when I returned to the table, I felt like a new woman and went after my food with gusto. And then I went to Target with puke on my jeans.

But here comes the REALLY gross part.

The next morning, as I scratched an itch on my head, I noticed I had something in my hair… and pulled out a piece of lettuce.

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5 Replies to “O’Charley’s or O’Hurley’s?”

  1. Hey, I guess I wasn’t the only one to puke on Friday night. Poker night with shots after shots of vodka. Then some red wine. It was cool, won some money and don’t remember the puking part. Good times.

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