Sorta like golf

Dang.

I so wish I had kept a running tally of how many times I've been vomited on (something I was pretty certain I would never be able to tolerate but now I'm willing to sacrifice to save the furniture at all costs) vs how many times Dr. J has taken the blow.

Dr. J went into neurogenic shock the first time it happened to him. I took it better than expected. It was kinda warm ... like getting baptized (my 9 year old self was pleasantly surprised when that took place) but sour smelling.

Not really a game you want to win, but we're playing anyway. Our weekend tally alone was about 3-4 Me.

Go me.