So my aunt Becky has given a grosser than gross challenge. I'm pretty sure that my mouse post qualifies. But I wanted to post something for Kurt concerning this. This actually isn't even a gross thing, but in my cute hubbys head there isn't anything more repulsing.
So heres the story:
A few months ago Kurt had the morning off. We were following our usual morning routine. I bathed to the kids and was getting them dressed. I was standing in the laundry room ironing Raegans shirt when Kurt comes running, no, I'd should say sprinting around the corner, throws a tub of disinfecting wipes at me and slams himself into the bathroom. Next thing I hear is him puking his guts out. It sounded like WWII, it went on and on. My heart started pounding and I'm thinking something is terribly wrong with my husband, I'm also thinking that the toilet must be filled to the top and he should do a mid flush (sorry, that's gross but you must know he threw up a ton). As I stand outside the door wondering if were going to be making a trip to the hospital or not, the toilet flushes and out walks my ever so calm husband. He says to me "Do you mind cleaning up Macy's diaper on the bathroom floor from her bath this morning?" and he starts to walk away. No explanation for what just went on.
I'm still worried and I ask him what the heck is going on? He tells me that he stepped on Macy's overly wet diaper and the crystally stuff in the diaper squirted on the wall and he was cleaning it up when he started dry heaving and he just couldn't take it anymore. Really! Stepping on a wet diaper made my husband vomit like crazy. I still laugh when I think about it.
11 years ago
