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.
It's never boring at your house.
ReplyDeletePoor Squishy (and you). We have had the vomiting bug here, hope she's better soon.
ReplyDeleteOh! What's left for the championship round?!
ReplyDeleteHow many euphamisms do we know for barfing? Shouting at your shoes is one of my faves. Right up there with the technicolor yawn.
ReplyDeleteSympathy for you, Squish AND the dog.
Nicole always seemed to hit everything but the toilet so I sympathize! Hope Squish feels better soon. Have you considered a rain poncho as protective gear?
ReplyDeleteoh ick. Poor Squish. I hope for both your sakes that she gets well soon
ReplyDelete*snortle*
ReplyDeleteFollowed you here from the Stumbling blog and your book posting to say hi to another DSPer. I'm new at the house and glad to meet others I've not met before. I have to say, your creative use of naming is an eye catcher. Poor Squish.
That sounds nasty. Poor little one. Poor mommy. Have you tried coke syrup, yet? (ask at the pharmacy for coke syrup. it's what you make coca-cola from and a tablespoon poured over crushed ice worked every single time).
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