You know the expression " we plan , God laughs" well he was getting his jollies with this trip. It started with Saturday morning a half an hour before we were to meet three cars of family members at a local Starbucks so we could caravan down to Delaware together. I get myself and the girls ready and go into the bedroom to see what keeping John. I find him still in his sweats leaning over the bed-he turns to me and says " I don't feel good". So being the kind and nurturing woman I am I immediately say" Are you friggin' kidding me?" He tells me he's been felt sick all night. I get him pepto chewables and make him toast. He manages to eat the toast and then proceeds to throw up everything he's eaten for the last 2 years.Apparently that is what he needed because after that he felt good enough to get on the road. What a trooper.
We finally get the Delaware after a 4 hour drive and it's like 104 degrees and extremely humid. I send him to the hotel room and take the girls to the pool so they can get in a quick swim before the wedding. After an hour we go back to the room expecting to see John showered and ready instead he's curled up in a ball on the bed in worse shape then I left him. I decide he's not going to the wedding in his condition and get him Nyquil,soup,pretzels and water and get ready for the wedding.
We head out to the wedding which is being held at a vineyard.