by the following special report…
My four year old threw up on the dog this morning. That sounds really spectacular, but I’ve got to tell you, she had a lot of practice before she made the award winning shot. If anyone needs me? I’m going to be doing laundry or serving as a barcalounger, or (more importantly) trying to figure out how to see Big T’s guitar recital tonight, since Chicken has plans, and we were going to take the short people, and Squish obviously feels like shit!
Your regular blog-blathering will resume tomorrow, where I’ll probably talk about wisdom teeth or something equally inspiring, like the logic of getting barf out of a stinky dog bed.
That is all…
Edited to Add:
And now she managed the million dollar bonus barfing: took out herself AND mom in one fell swoop. I’m SO grateful the only thing in her stomach at the time was seven-up. You have no idea.
