well febreeze does wonders. and some fresh air. good things its real windy where we live.
we are better now. still a little scarred but resumed normal life.
but boy did Jason and I have a good laugh once we realized we survived. like i haven't laughed that hard in a long time when he was describing me how he watched baylie barf off the top of the bunk bed and its splashing on their little table and chairs and on the floor. and what food he could see in it. nasty.
bad news: lindsey's had 2 kids get it. don't know if we will be allowed there again, but hopefully so cause Dallas's rockstar late over birthday party is in a few days!
oh but jason was grossing me out with his theory now that he has finally puked and remembers what its like (is really once much of an expert? no way) that diarrhea is worse than throw ups. I was like crying laughing so hard him telling me this and then told him he was wrong. But maybe others who have been on missions in third world countries would like to disagree with me.