Alien Nausea

Scout (aka Lumpy aka Pickle aka Stinky) has been puking her little guts out all afternoon.  It's hard on her (obviously), but also hard on My Beloved who has to bear helpless witness to her lethargy and clean up all the mess.  Working in an office is a mixed blessing:  on one hand, um, ewww!  on the other, I'd like to be home to help out.

I do what I can. I stopped at the grocery store (see Rant #155) on my way home and picked up some hamburger (to be boiled for aforementioned dog) and some steak (to be grilled for aforementioned Beloved).  By the time I got home, Scout was ravenous and overjoyed at the retch(!)ed smell of boiling hamburger.  My Beloved was happy to have a hot dinner, but still pretty shook up.  While eating dinner, we started watching "District 9"in the hopes it would be engaging enough to distract us both from a very stressful day.  I was excited to finally see the movie because I am intrigued by the plot and also have a soft spot for the producer, Peter Jackson.  Unfortunately, I have such a sensitive vagal response that the combination of worrying about Scout, the smell of cooked meat, and the graphic nature of the film has left both Scout and I curled up in bed wishing the world would stop moving.  At least we have each other!