but I am pretty sure I could die of embarrassment! Why is it that some of my intimate, freakish and embarrassing moments always happen in the presence of my MIL? Here is my story: This past weekend, Chris caught a little 36 hour flu- like bug. I seemed to have escaped unscathed until Monday mid-day, when I started to feel nauseous. Great. I started to go downhill fast- but pushed on strong until late afternoon when it was almost time to go. I felt so overwhelmed at the idea of driving all the way to the airport and going through security, I broke down and started crying to Chris, "I can't do this!"
And do you know what Chris said to me? In response to my cries, Chris said to me, in complete sincerity, "You will be fine Taryn. You can do it, I did."
Are you freaking kidding me, Chris? You did it by lounging around and sleeping all afternoon!
Anyway, I digress- back to my embarrassing moments. As we drove to the airport, I laid down in the back seat and got sicker and sicker. I'll bet you can tell where this story is going . . . As soon as we got to the airport, I knew my thinking about me "happy place" wasn't going to cut it, and I made a mad dash for a out side garbage can. The worst part- I didn't make it. I puked all over the sidewalk outside DIA. And then proceeded to hurl my guts into the garbage can about 15 feet away from a curb-side check-in counter. I could see everyone in line just staring at me. OMG- I just wanted to die. Chris and my MIL unloaded the car- but I had to walk back to them and say goodbye! Oh yeah- with some super gross evidence of what just went on still on my hands and clothes. I just wanted to die.
But thankfully, that was the worst of it. I spent yesterday in our room, lounging and sleeping like Chris did- and today I am feeling much better.
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