A funny thing happened on the way to Mt. Hood

A few days ago Katie and I both had the day off and she, feeling tired of sitting around doing nothing, felt that it would do her some good to get out and about for a while. You know, eat some cucumber sandwiches with a sip of merlot while sitting in the shade of lilac bushes, gazing out on a moor in the light of a setting sun, that kind of thing. So she decided to accompany me on a drive to Mt. Hood to take pictures and go for a short hike. We got about 35 minutes from our home when she promptly decided to puke, so we pulled over and she puked. Then she thought it might be easier if she drove (less car sickness), and we were on our way again. About ten minutes later we found ourselves in the middle of three lanes of traffic with no way to get to the side of the road and an impatient amount of stomach stuff looking to come up for a spot of fresh air. So I held a plastic bag for her and she proceeded to drive and puke into her feedbag at the same time. Then I noticed that the bag had a rather large whole on the bottom and the stomach stuff was coming out as fast as it was going in right into her lap. This resulted in me laughing, gagging and dry heaving and getting all teary eyed at the same time all while trying to help Katie hold the bag, which was actually useless. Needless to say we never made it to Mt. Hood. Hope everyone else had a great weekend.