gas station groceries Okay, so vacation- We spent the non-camping part of it at my parents' house, and, since a baby draws a crowd, my grandma and my uncle decided to show up as well. Since there aren't enough beds there to accomodate such a herd of humanity, hubby and I set up the tent on the far corner of the property and slept in that. The first night, hubby got violently sick. He sputtered the first mouthful all over the sleeping bag, and then was frantically trying to open the tent flap, except he was flailing and groping at the wrong wall and I was screaming "Other side! Other side! For chrissake, the door is on the other side!" He finally did get the door open, and puked all over my shoes which I had left outside the tent. Bye bye, shoes. The next day I happened to notice that the mayonaise, out of which I had made hubby's special sauce for his hamburger the day before, had a sell-by date of January, 2003. Since hubby is the only one partial to special sauce, he was the only one who got sick. I bitched at my mom for providing us with very bad mayonaise, and she admitted that she had recently bought it at the nearby gas station. As she was explaining this, I took a drink of coffee with cream and discovered that the cream was also nasty. She had also bought the cream at the gas station. Moral of story: don't buy groceries at the gas station. All the hubbub of so many groping, poking, zerberting relatives made baby very cranky. So we are home now and all is well. However, I'm not looking forward to moving back there, at least the period before our house is set up, when we will be living with the parental units. |