tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3412970968592610864.post7820160028845519060..comments2023-04-13T09:36:10.877-04:00Comments on Moonbeam a Musings: Wash. Rinse. Repeat.Robin Johnsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14821886736100862126noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3412970968592610864.post-84931473797219745122010-02-08T23:29:21.913-05:002010-02-08T23:29:21.913-05:00Bless you. In our last round, in which I thought ...Bless you. In our last round, in which I thought I would DIE, Peyton was so worn out from the illness she just started puking in her sleep. Just vomit right there and sleep in it. So not only was I throwing up, I was on vigil for any movement from her so I could try to lift her head up and over a bowl before she threw up and rolled over in it. <br /><br /><br />Awful. And I don't want to blame ChickFilA, because I *heart* them, but all signs point to those *#@$# cows.Amyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11074897539123614581noreply@blogger.com