As many of you know, yesterday was my baby boy’s 21st birthday. The night started out fun…but ended like a lot of 21st birthdays do. Yes, there was vomit. LOTS of vomit. Unfortunately, I was the one in the back seat holding him upright while he puked all over himself, me and my father’s truck no matter how much I tried to get him to aim out the window. Yeah, my dad laughed, but that smell just never comes out no matter how many times you take the garden hose to it, and that is exactly what we were doing at midnight last night. FUN!
Anyhow, while another milestone in the life of my family has come to pass, this is one I have NO problems with being over! Happy Birthday, CJ. Let’s not do that one again!