Rolling off the couch and knowing that I couldn't crawl to the bathroom fast enough so I had to make a choice between throwing up in DH's ug boot or DS's wagon. Went with the wagon.
This is gold.

I work in a tertiary institution and a few weeks ago I was throwing up in the bathroom and having the students waiting in line asking if I was okay, but kind of sniggering too. They most likely thought that I was hung over.

I have thrown up in many a gutter, rubbish bin and those small bushes that they plant on the sides of footpaths in the city.