Too Funny Not to Document

This morning I had a meeting with the professor I am a research assistant for. I got up at 6:30, ate breakfast, dropped Sawyer off at my parent's house for my mom to watch and then arrived at school for my 9 am appointment to go over an abstract I wrote for an upcoming conference. During our hour long meeting I started to feel kind of nauseated and realized I probably should eat something soon. I was planning on heading over to Starbucks to spend another few hours completing school and work assignments, but on the way I realized I needed to eat something STAT and Starbucks was too far away so I pulled into a nearby McDonald's drive through just in time before their breakfast ended at 10:30. Remember how I said I have been on a McMuffin kick? No surprise that I ordered the usual breakfast of sausage egg McMuffin, orange juice and hashbrown and before I even left the drive through I started chowing down on the hash brown. Took a sip of orange juice and not even two minutes later I realized something that hasn't happened in a few weeks was totally going to happen. At. Any. Minute. I was headed towards the freeway, but thankfully found a side street before the on ramp and quickly tried to maneuver into a parking lot, but before I could even pull into a space it HAPPENED. I threw up. All. Over. Myself. My sweater, my pants, the seat. I don't know who was more surprised, myself or the person that saw me pulling into the parking lot. Oh yes and did I mention I am driving a rental car?!! Our CR-V has been in the shop getting rock chips repaired so in the meantime I have been driving a rental car for the past two weeks. And one with fabric seats. The driver seat of which was now covered in my partially digested breakfast from earlier and a hashbrown. Siiiiiiiiiick. I called my mom who wasn't expecting me to come back to pick up Sawyer for another few hours. Laughing at the ridiculousness of my predicament I explained my situation and told her I was coming back early. That was quite a long drive back. I feel bad for the people in trucks or taller cars than mine that had to see a lady covered in vomit driving next to them. Once I got to my moms she came out with a wet rag, a roll of papertowels and a garbage bag to help me clean up myself and the rental car. I bet she never thought she would be having to clean up her 29 year old daughters throw up! Then she gave me some clothes to change into and washed my current outfit. Thanks a million Mom!!! I hope this baby appreciates me later as much as I appreciated you today!