Bags packed.
Coats ready.
Infink be-booted.
Child no longer vomiting.
House-sitter secured.
And then there's me - limp on couch burning with fever and trying not to hurl myself inside-out. Bright side: only 200 calories consumed today!
Am planning on piggy-backing through terminal until the man slings me onto a luggage cart and then tips me out and rolls me down the gateway. Tempted to scoff in burly Scottish manner and brag about being able to hoist three bags and two children and just tip my head to vomit into potted plants without complaining, but then I might end up having to do it.
12 hours to go. Healing powers, go!
Oh, MAN. Traveling while ill sucks a big ol' ass. I just hope you feel better this morning and that no one else comes down with it. But hey! Bright side: there's a lot of barf on the streets of NYC. You'll blend in.
ReplyDeleteThere will be a trail of little steaming holes in the snow wherever we go. :)
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