Late this morning after last night's fun and merriment at the Whiskey Weasel, I found Euree throwing up in the bathroom. I went and started to rub her back for emotional support and then the smell hit me. I went outside the bathroom and started taking gigantic deep breaths. Euree asked "What in the hell are you doing?" To which I replied "I'm trying to be supportive, but I have a weak stomach." Euree started to laugh and said " The most supportive thing you can do is go away!" With 2 thumbs up and a big smile I responded "I can do that!"
Euree's still laughing at lunch thinking about it.
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