bawk bawk be-gawk!

I was telling M. at lunch yesterday that I had a dream about him puking up a very hairball-like mass of vomit. I felt a little bad bringing up the dream when we were eating, so I asked if I had grossed him out. "You have to get up pretty early in the morning to gross me out." Thank goodness.

When I was growing up, those sorts of mealtime conversations occurred so frequently at our dinner table that my mom's partner named them "sparkling conversation". I recommend it for getting over queasy stomach issues. You might try this as an opener. It's in Portuguese but the pictures tell the story (as long as you realize that the pic on the right is a penis).