No Purses Were Harmed During the Writing of This Post

Well, maybe just one purse.

I got the call from Cory today, Moose was sick. Again.
So I went to go meet Cory and pick him up. Since I am off recovering, it made no sense for Cory to take off.

I am able to pick Moose up now. So it would be fine. Daycare said that he had been getting stuffy, and that he threw up his bottle.

So I decided to take him in to the doctor, to get him checked out. Our whole family is in Sarah's wedding this weekend, so it would be very inconvenient for Moose to be sick.

It turns out Moose is sick. With a double-ear infection. Again. So we're talking tubes. We have another appointment in two weeks to discuss it further.

But, on the way out of the doctor's office, we were standing in the elevator in the parking garage, and Moose hiccuped, looked at me, looked at my purse that I was carrying in the crook of my elbow, looked back at me, then promptly threw up in my purse.

I am not kidding.

Luckily, I have not purchased the fab new checkbook cover that matches my purse yet. So, my cheap-free-from-the-bank plastic blue checkbook cover caught the brunt of the spewage.

Luckily.

Some purse-god out there was watching out for us today.
And for that, I am grateful.




Check out a video of Moose playing with Grandaddy HERE.