Happy Easter!

Happy Easter!

Apr 16, 2017, 4:13 PM |

So, most will remember that blog post from 366 days ago with the same name as this blog. But really, the title and the story had nothing in common. It was entertaining. 

Yep, I'm posting it here. I dug through my files and found it right there, staring at me. So, here's the famous, or infamous story.

Happy Easter people! One day early, but who cares (don't answer that)? May your day be filled with happiness, and may you not die from eating too much. Last thing someone needs is to throw up all over their rug.

Reminds me of when I was eating popcorn one night 2-3 years ago. We were watching The Hobbit at the theater for the first time. Ezri and I had gotten a HUGE bowl of buttery popcorn, and I ate most of it. I'm making a face rn just thinking about it.

At the end of the movie, my stomach started feeling weird, and I crawled out of the theater on all fours. Some weirdos were staring at me while I crawled out the door and to the car, but I was too sick to ask them why their eyes were sticking out of their heads.

Then we had Japanese food. Great, more salt. I went to the bathroom about a bazillion times. Once, while I was crawling to the bathroom, a waitress wasn't looking and tripped over me. Yeesh, that was NOT good. She was carrying hot bowls of miso soup. Next thing I know, there's tofu and green stuff in my beautiful brown hair. Not to mention it was wet.

We FINALLY got home at 2200. This wasn't too great either. I was sleeping against the door, and one of my siblings opened it. But I fell out onto the gravel road. At least I was already crawling, so all I needed to do was crawl into the house.

Finally in the wonderful throne--my bed--I went to sleep. 2 hours later my stomach threw out everything that I had eaten in the last 8 hours; most of it being popcorn. Thankfully most of it had landed on the floor and not my throne. But I had to clean it up then because some relatives were coming the next day that had to sleep in my room. So, there I was with vomit on my hands. I didn't want to touch the doorknob with them, so I threw the puke on my hands into my trashcan. I still have a little bit of dried vomit at the bottom of my can.

As you can imagine, that ruined it for me and popcorn. By now, you might think I sound like one of those old people who repeat their stories if something reminds them of it. If you do, keep it to yourself.

Time to go watch TV now people. Until next time. Just remember, don't eat over half of your popcorn, unless you want to throw up in the middle of the night.