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The story involving purple vomit.
Once upon a time…
I threw up purple projectile vomit after finally arriving at a meeting after being lost for 40 minutes.
The lady laughed.
I laughed.
I told her I’ve been nauseous a lot lately.
She suggested I get a pregnancy test on the way home.
I got three.
I took two cuz I suck at peeing on the stick (using a cup is much easier).
Results were conclusive.
No. Not pregnant.
Kaleb knew. He always knows.
I wish he wouldn’t be right sometimes.
Still nauseous this morning.
Just to let you know, in case you are curious, peanut butter toast + grape soda = vomit that tastes like PB&J.
