The Pukes.

The hubby and I headed to San Antonio this past weekend for JR and Brent's wedding weekend! It also happened to be Jason's birthday so we had a ton to celebrate. We naively figured it would be a weekend full of lots of fun, maybe a little romance, and some wonderful quality time with old friends. Luckily most of the weekend decided to agree with our plans for a great time even though on Friday night we heard that Gigi and Grandad were handling a very sweet Bear with a case of 'the pukes'. We were concerned and sad for our little guy, but they assured us that he was fine and that we shouldn't worry about a thing. So besides Bear's bad belly, things were moving along without a hitch until Saturday night. Yep, that's right...right before the wedding reception, my stomach decided to rebel against all of our plans for a fantastic evening. Yep, that's right...right as I am standing at the front of the room waiting for them to announce the wedding party, I found myself running to the bathroom to experience my very own case of 'the pukes'. So instead of a night of coffemaking it up with the beautiful bride, I was in bed and asleep by 8 p.m. And then poor Jason who thought he was going to spend his birthday night watching his wife coffemaker it up with the bride, instead found himself coming up with his own rendition of 'the pukes' as well. And if that wasn't enough, we called home in the morning to find out that Jack and Gigi figured they might as well get in on 'the pukes' action too. Can you say yuck, yuck, and double yuck? Thankfully, things are slowly getting back to normal around here although it has been quite the rough road. Here are a few pictures we took before things got squirrely...