I found a keeper! (but I already knew that!)

When Mark and I were dating Mom needed to go to Mt. Vernon and I needed to drive her over and drop her off.  This plan came about at the last minute so I texted Mark, who was at work, asking him if he wanted to go to Seattle with me so I didn't have to drive home alone.  He got off work in Walla Walla at 3 and we were leaving from Othello at 6, and he somehow made it!  (He must have liked me even back then! :)) 

That trip was the first of many trips to Seattle for us.  I just remember not caring what we did.  I only wanted to be with Mark.  We just walked around holding hands, going in random shops, (stealing kisses in the art gallery), and eating a chocolate dipped carmel apple as we watched a wedding party board a dinner boat.  We went to one of my favorite restaurants, The Crab Pot. 

 As we wondered, one of our options of things to do was to go to the aquarium-which I quickly shot down.  I have been to the aquarium many times.  It is fine, but in the end it is just fish tank after fish tank of mostly the same stuff. . .FISH.  So I didn't realize until it was too late to go that Mark had never been to an aquarium in his life.  Ohh, then I felt bad, but I guess not too bad.  We've been to Seattle so many times since then.  We almost always eat a carmel apple and eat at the Crab Pot, but we just  barely made it to the aquarium on this last trip.        
   

Okay, so I will admit, for a short minute or two, that the aquarium was a little cooler than I had remembered-after all they had that giant octopus that we got to watch eat.  That was cool.  And the sea enemities that you got to touch.  But you do have to admit, they have a lot of. . . well, FISH. 

Towards the end I started getting sea sick.  I was watching the water, feeling like I was going to throw up.  What in the world-I didn't even get sea sick on our cruise.  It was so early in the day and I didn't want to ruin our trip, but I finally had to tell Mark I needed to sit down for a few minutes.  Somehow I faked my way through it and was so relieved to be heading back home a little early. 

"Um, Mark, I'm not feeling very good." I said as I layed the seat down and curled up in a blanket.  "Charity, if you don't want to drive you could just say, you don't have to pretend to be sick."  I love him.  He makes me laugh.  He knows me too well.  I probably would pretend to be sick to get out of driving in Seattle!

After a l......o........n.......g drive home we made it home.  I went running in.  I had to go to the bathroom.  Oh no, I felt like I had to throw up.  I sat down on the toilet and yelled to Mark to get me a bowl, but that was too late.  I threw up all over the bathroom-it got on my clothes, shoes, hair.  I tried to catch it but failed miserably.  He brought me the bowl and I procedeed to throw up several more times.  Yuck!  

So, get this.  I tried to clean up a bit, but really needed to get a shower.  Mark cleaned it up for me.  Ahh, one of the many reasons I love him.  He didn't say anything, he just took care of me.  He is a good guy-and Mark-I really was sick, not just trying to get out of driving :)

I learned several lessons in all of this, but the one I want to share with you is this:  if you have to go to the bathroom and throw up and the same time, use the toilet to throw up in.  It would be easier to clean up wet pants than throw up all over the bathroom!  Just in case you need to know that!