Metoclopramide is always in the medicine chest in our house. The best thing to drink if you are throwing up is weak, black tea, with a little sugar. It probably doesn't do you any good, but it has the advantage of tasting very similar when it comes back up. I throw up quite regularly (gallstones, gastritis, periods, food allergies) and this is my top tip. As you will have observed, this involuntary bulimia has done nothing for my weight. 
DD2 is being foul. Was thinking of taking her away somewhere for the Easter holidays, but now having second thoughts. The job overseas is suddenly more appealling. Waitrose are delivering tomorrow morning, between 6 and 7 - am I mad?
Forgot to include a message with my mother's mothers' day flowers, so will have to tell her they are from me. The conversation will go like this"
"I got your flowers."
"Did you? Were they nice?"
"There's [insert name of innocent flower here] in the bouquet, did you mean to order them?"
"Why, do you not like them?"
"It's not that." [heavy sigh] "They don't look like they'll last. And some of the roses/lilies/lysianthus are fully out too. They should be in bud."
"But they were pink flowers?"
"It's not a very nice pink. More purple/orange/red than pink."
"Is there anything else wrong with them?"
"I didn't say there was anything wrong with them. But they've filled it out with a lot of gyp, and I think the gerbera will droop."
"Have they not wired them?"
"Yes, but I still think they'll droop."
Two days later:
"I phoned Marks/Waitrose/Interflora and told them the flowers weren't lasting, so they sent me another bunch. Now I've got so many flowers, I don't have enough vases to put them in..."
This is exactly, but exactly, like my parents in the 70s. It even looks just like them.