How Are Spu Feeling?

How Are Spu Feeling?
I don’t quite remember what wonderful adventure I had that day, but I do remember it was carnival like and there was a lot of cotton candy, chocolate and other such delectable sweets. I snuggled into bed next to my little sis’ completely exhausted and filled to the brim ready for a peaceful night of sugar plum fairies dancing in my head. 
Time passes and the sun rises.
When I woke up I was still snuggled up by my lil’ sis, but things were not quite the same. I noticed that I was in nothing but my scivies, and my sister was dressed the same. We were no longer in our bed but on our lovely rust red carpet. Not only was our bed unoccupied but the sheets were ripped off and the mattress was on its side.  Hmmm, that’s strange.
We sought out the parental figures for some explanation to the madness.  What was it you ask? Well you would never guess, unless of course you’ve heard this story before.
Apparently, while peacefully dreaming my mother heard the sounds a mother hates to hear in the night. The sound of a sweet little one losing their dinner all over the bed. She flew out of bed like only a mother can to rescue her poor sick child and was not ready for the horrid scene that played out before her eyes.  There we were, my sister and I, sitting up in bed throwing up all over each other. Whether one of us was sick and the other merely reacting to the other we will never know because neither of us have any recollection of the night. Of puking all over each other getting stripped down and thrown on the floor while my mom worked feverishly scrubbing down the gumbo room. I guess I can’t say it was a very memorable night for it’s a fun story to tell and one I hope to never relive as a mother.
Bethany 2006