Too Sick to Drive

I got a text from Stroker at 2pm that simply read "My stomach feels sick". I totally blew it off as the left over Red Robin burger. At 3:11pm I get a call from Brookelynn..."Mom, daddy just threw up all in the truck, you are gonna have to go pick up Devin from school". By the time I got Devin picked up and got back home, Stroker was cleaning his seats and wiping off his dashboard.

That wasn't the last round either. Through out the evening it kept recurring. Brookelynn and I felt so bad for him. He has not heaved so hard or been this sick since our trip to Vegas. At least this time we aren't 1,900 miles from home.