Have you ever had an experience that was so truly, horrifically awful that it became comical? Yeah, me neither. Except maybe that one time the kids and I drove home from spring break in AZ, and we hit a major windstorm (that closed the roads an hour after we drove through), and a major rainstorm in Southern Utah, and then that blinding snowstorm between St. George and Cedar City, all while dealing with 3 sick children.
Let's just say there was a little yarfing (5 times), a kid literally rolling on the floor of the Fillmore Maverick bathroom trying not to throw up (ew, ew, EW!!), and a white knuckle driving experience while trying to pour yucky yarfies from a bowl into a ziploc because the smell was making everyone sick. I knew I couldn't pull over without getting hit, so I had to keep going. It was a doozy. I was never so happy to see our driveway in my life. Seriously. And the prayer my dad offered for our safety and protection was most definitely answered.
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