This is Fruitycake. I couldn’t make this life up if I tried. Some things are plain hard and at the same time, plain ridiculous around here.

No, no. You’re not the only one that thinks that. And I have a front row seat.

Yesterday, I’ll be honest, because that’s the only thing that I know how to be. I had a bit of a setback with my pig injuries.

No. I didn’t grow a snout or a curly tail. But my tummy from all the antibiotics and medicines and creams and my soreness got to me. So I didn’t eat much yesterday.

Sometimes, when you start to feel better, you do too much at once. And I guess I just wanted to be all the way better and forget what happened. But just like my persons, I pushed myself too much.

Boy Person and Girl Person pushed themselves too much too.

After the pig attack, they also had to carry a bunch of stuff up the mountain. And their bodies are still hurting. Even Boy Person, who never complains is exhausted and so, when we went to bed last night, we were all ready. Until my stomach wasn’t.

Just like a bolt of lightening in the night sky lights up the horizon, a bolt of sickness lit up my stomach. I heaved. I heaved again. And the persons say there is no alarm clock like a sick dog throwing up.

As Girl Person jumped up to try and get me off the bed, the bed, well, broke again. The mattress and Girl Person fell to the floor in one big motion. And so did Boy Person. But my throw up stayed put with me. Jack and Jill may have went up the hill. But their egos haven’t. There are a lot of things in life to help us remember life is funny and are daily trials are less important than what we think too.

After a laugh, and after fixing the bed slats, we cleaned up and tried to go to sleep again. Was it a long night? It was. But we only get so many nights anyway. You might as well laugh.

–Fruitycake