A Vomitous Valentine

Yes, I made up that word.  I think it should be a word.
“How are you feeling?”
“Rather Vomitous.”

Unlike other holidays, anniversaries, birthdays (you name it really–love you honey!) Chicken did not drop the ball on this holiday.  She made a lunch reservation–a double date with some great friends–at a wonderful restaurant.  (Yes, we budgeted for this one).
We’ve started doing some lunch dates on the days we have the nanny.  It works out so well, because we don’t have to pay for a night sitter and we still both have the energy to go out and enjoy the meal.
A lunch date would also synch up our shower schedules and perhaps provide an opportunity for a bit of (ahem) “amour in the afternoon”.  Because you know, that energy thing at night?  Yeah.

Ah, what do they say….the best laid plans?
On Monday afternoon Whoop Whoop was acting strange after his nap.  My normally very active, happy-go-lucky guy didn’t want to eat, drink or be put down.  We had a playdate coming over and as I was at the door telling my friend that I thought he wasn’t feeling well and we might want to reconsider….he started vomiting all over me, himself, the doormat.  She hightailed it back to the elevator–free of vomit, thank god.
Off we go to the bathtub.  Poor Monkey.  He felt awful.
Grunter was very helpful throughout the whole episode and stood aside as W2 and I soaped off the vomit and I rinsed the ends of my hair that had

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