Good and Bad, I had my first PB with puking friday night.

My twin sister and my daughter took off friday night for a weekend at a friends cabin on a lake about an hour south of Seattle. Traveling with a 3+ year old is always exciting. We had to make a pit (or pee) stop for Sophie at a McDonalds.

I wisely had eaten before I left home. Of course, that didn't stop me from horking down a bite of Sophie's chicken mcnugget and a couple of french fries.

Holy Mother of God! I worried the hell out of my twin sister. After those bites, my eyes filled with tears, and I got that wonderful (OR WONDER-FULL)--(I WONDER WHAT MADE ME FEEL SO FULL) feeling. My mouth filled with spit.

I thought I had it under control--Got back in the car to take off. Didn't make it out of the parking lot before I ground the old mini-van to a halt, hopped out, spit about one-half cup of spit out, bent over and VOILA--UNCHEWED FRIES & MCNUGS. Immediate relief.

Live and Learn--Never again.

Yeah....about three weeks ago I attemped McD's french fries. Oh holy mother of god OW. I didn't barf but oh the agony. I was actually able to nibble at the cheeseburger and get it down but the fries were an unh uh, no way in hell that's going down.

Weird.