Knock Knock

Who's there?

Guess what.

Guess what who?

Guess what! Grace just spent the evening yacking about 16 million times all over me and every room in our house!

Oh, and bonus! The husband just yacked!

It's like Survivor: Emesis Island up in here.

I'll be spending the night catnapping next to Grace on our living room floor that is covered with beach towels as all of our puke-worthy comforters are out of commission.

I'm basing what to eat tonight on two things:

1. What will taste better coming back up

2. What has the most calories. I figure I might as well take advantage and eat something really high calorie as chances are, I won't be digesting it.

Good times.