A couple of weeks ago, the flu was going around our office. I went to dinner with friends one evening and was feeling a little punk. Figured it was nothing and ate a chopped salad.
About a half hour later, we are still at the restaurant and I really started to feel poorly. I didn't make it home even to the side of the road before I christened the truck I hadn't yet even made a payment on, then the side of the road as well once I got the door open. By the time I got home, it was simultaneous from both ends. I prayed for deliverance all night.
The worst part is that I had no strength to clean up my truck. DH was a trooper and tried his best. I ended up having to take it to a detail shop and pay $100 for my mistake. They were very nonchalant and did a fabulous job.