5am should be illegal

After a half (or a wee bit more) of a bottle of wine last night, I was looking forward to sleeping in on a nice Saturday morning.

Bailey had other plans. At 5am, she threw up. Ten minutes later, she threw up more. And it was pretty bloody. Her stomach is irritated again (probably due to all of the traveling in the last few days), and I don't have an oral syringe to get her medicine into her. So pouring it down her throat into her stomach was fun. Loads of fun.

So now we are camped out on the couch, playing on the computer, and watching old -- very old -- episodes of Married with Children.

Good times, good times.