What Ever Happened to Sonia Rapley?

(Warning...there's puke in this posting)

Although I didn't know the final score until today, I would say that our Super Bowl "party" was a success. The food was yummy, the babies were entertaining, and I won 3 out of the 4 quarters in our random squares pool. I went to sleep happy, content, and Baby M was actually sleeping IN HIS CRIB. Well, midnight rolled around and I woke up from a deep sleep with a tummy rumble. Having had many, many fights with "morning" sickness, I could feel that this one was a losing battle. I had caught the bug that E had last week...by 2 in the morning, it was going full blast (so to speak) and M was starting to feel the same way. Uh. I had forgotten how bad this flu could get.

I was reminded of two such sicknesses that left lasting impressions. When I was in high school, a family trip to the beach turned sour when a virus went through the beach house, flattening a dozen adults and several children. I didn't get it until after the drive home, which was unfortunately the day after a BIG crab dinner. I loved crab. Past tense. 'Nuf said.

The other experience was in middle school, maybe 7th grade, when my favorite class was ceramics. I felt the first twinge of ick before lunch, but ceramics class was in the afternoon and I didn't want to miss it. We were taking vases out of their molds, and I was very excited. So I didn't go to the nurse...I just did my best to stare straight ahead and breathe deeply...it worked until shortly after class started. In a moment of middle school misery, I took one look at my vase and puked on Sonia Rapley's leg. She was wearing a skirt, no jeans or other such fabric to protect her. And do you know what she said to me? She said "Oh, my gosh! Are you okay?"

Maybe someday Sonia Rapley will google herself, and come up with this blog...so if you're reading, Sonia, thanks for the compassion. The world needs more 7th graders like you.