It’s My Party, I Can Puke If I Want To…

Sings he who has the stomach flu. Poor Colin. Not the best way to spend your birthday. No best-ever chocolate cake. No steak dinner. No lunchtime soccer game. Just a few trips to the porcelain throne and a bottle of Gatorade.

Oh, and add a sick 3-year-old and you’ve got yourself a regular shangri-la.

Number 34 will be better. You can only go up from this point.

2 thoughts on “It’s My Party, I Can Puke If I Want To…”

  1. Aw, poor Colin! But Happy very Belated Birthday!! Hopefully you were able to make up for a sick birthday. After all, it wouldn’t have mattered if you got chocolate cake, steak dinner or a soccer game on your actual birthday when you were one or two, why does it matter when you are 33?

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