I didn't think I'd post, but Miss M is konked out on the couch so I have a few seconds of time to post.
Last week was the kickoff of the Puking Year. I thought this was 2006, and for me, it was. It started with Miss M, who threw up in the car, and being the super great mom that I am, didn't have a change of clothes so she wore her 7-year-old sister's sweatshirt as a dress. She didn't seem to mind, but threw up about 8 more times after that.
Sunday was quiet.
Monday LP hurled and whurled.
Tuesday Al was up all night, surprising us all because out of the 5 of us, she has had the least amount of puke festivals.
Wednesday I picked up the girls from school and I HAD to get Rug's jersey to the store to get her name on it before we went to Disney. just HAD to.
These are my priorities. Even when my 7-year-old insists she feels sick, I tell her, just one stop, I promise, then I'll take you home. Yeah, you know where this went, right?
Bright pink. All across the back seat of my van.
Apparently there was Kool-Aid for lunch. Gah!
Oh well. Lesson learned.
So, here I am, nervously anticipating the hurley burley's at any given moment. I won't even pretend that I won't get it, because you know I will.
Funny things happening around town. A girl I went to high school with shot and killed her husband, then proceeded to burn the house down. Whoa!
Also, LP and my first house is up for sale. I have no idea why they think a 2 bedroom house with NO garage will sell for 104,000 but whatever!
House where Janasayqua lived, yours for a low, low price!
Why would I have fond memories of such a small place? It's where I had my first big fight with LP, where Al learned to walk, where we first connected to the Internet, here we found out I was preggers with Rug, and where we started our lives together!
Oh, and the basement leaks.