Puking, Shitting and Choking to death?

When Poppa first came home from "the Aunts"... he was sick, with a virus... because they had babysat one of the grandkids that couldn't go to day-care... BECAUSE he was SICK. "But he's just so cute, you have to ask him to give ya sugars!" was a quote from one in the household.

So, Poppa had the "runs" and Poppa didn't run very good. At this point, no one was allowed in the bathroom with him except Critter (I did end up in the there towards the end, but only for moral support. Mostly for him, so he could look at me and I could talk to him and he didn't have to pay so much attention to what Critter needed to get done.) ANYWAY, he had this for like 4 or so days, everyone ended up with it. Well, except me.

We had eaten supper and Pop and I had watered Critters tomato plants. Poppa was rolling up the water hose and let out this L-O-N-G fart. It wasn't like Pop to fart in front of a girrl! So, when I looked at him and said "I hope that was all air!" He smiled and said "Me TOO!!". But off across the yard he went and I could hear him the whole way and knew by the time he got there.. well, it was going to be a mess. Literally.

Critter I think was already over there, so I took the moment to call my cuz... Mr. Bloggy and chat with him, I didn't have much time to just talk during normal hours. So, I'm sitting on the picnic table telling him of the illness that was passing (again literally) through the family. Just shootin the bull and I see Critter standing on the back porch, just puking her guts up. I kinda laughed and told Bloggy it must have been a REALLY REALLY bad one cause I'd never seen Critter get sick over the bathroom stuff. I'd seen her a tad GREEN, but never sick. Bloggy told me to go check on her, and I said "hell no, how would two puking brats help?" We laughed... WELL, Critter wasn't puking at all. I almost let her die right there on the back porch. Cause she was choking on a fucken piece of candy! I couldn't hear the whistling noise she described to me later, maybe we can get her to do an audio post.. Critter?

Anyway, she did finally see me sitting on the table and came to ask if I planned on just letting her die right there in her own backyard, or was there something so important being talked about that I couldn't take the time to come and help with a pat on the back or the hindlick (KY talk) for an old and dear friend. Hell I didn't really want to tell her I'd been laughing at her, thinking she was puking her guts up! She also gave me mounds of shit over this for days. And if you want... you can see she is STILL snappin smart ass remarks ever chance she gets. And she talks about her mother holding a grudge. I said I was SORRY!! I didn't do it on purpose, damn.