Last week was my birthday. 28.
On Friday, my mom took me and my Jer, and my 7-yr-old brother out for dinner.
Me and mom had a small argument - not something too fun on a birthday. But then, it got better on the way home when my little brother threw up all over the place! Poor kid. I've never heard anyone throw up so much. Seriously. And the smell was awesome.
Gross, I know, but you weren't there to really get the full effect.
We stopped at a gas station, stripped off his clothes and shoes in the freezing weather, and bundled him up in a woman's black and pink polka-dot robe my mom had in the trunk. Mom and Jer cleaned up, trying to beat the weather as it first froze a smear of ... "hurl" to the window. I sat inside with the miserable boy until the cleaning was done.
So, that was it. My birthday!
Jer did try to make up for it a little a couple days later by taking me to Taco Bell. Yummy and cheap! Thanks, Jer!
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