After April threw up she retreated to the HOH water closet to commode hug and pray for divine guidance yesterday late afternoon. Then in the evening and after the girl scout nerd troop had gone to bed, Beau, with impeccable timing, proceeded to upchuck the 'half way their celebration party pizza and wine' BB had given the house three different times all over his bed clothing and the HOHG rug, befoul the air. He then spent the next half hour barking out a series of dry heaves. Mag and Iv, while holding their noses and their gag reflexes, ran to his aid and comfort, while April from her bed complained endlessly about the awful smell. Jenn, the fraudulent HOH Stupid Girl, in bed next to April just sat up and stewed in her anger (and of course the foul air). Besides having to hold my sides to prevent laughter ruptures, I found myself wondering if this was the answer April was seeking in her afternoon prayers, or just good old fashion poetic justice.