Sorry-it's the best I could do this morning. Kieran spent yesterday afternoon and night throwing up again.
Luckily, this all made it into appropriate receptacles. Unlike the middle of Sunday night when I spent over an hour on clean up after that spectacular event. Remember the scene in "The Shining" when the blood came pouring out of the elevator like a flash flood, swooshing under the furniture and up the walls. Now imagine that with partially digested pasta. Yeah-life's good. Oh did I mention Paul was out of town for that?
2 comments:
Ha-ha-ha-ha. That's wonderful. Love your kit. He/she? is adorable.
A.B. and Eupie (the Bodfish Geezers)
Why are the men ALWAYS gone when the puke comes along???
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