| Sunday, October 30, 2005 |
| too much of a good thing |
Q: What's the last thing you want to hear during a phone call while you're eating the best Mexican food OKC has to offer during my first playdate with the ever lovely, ever engaging Susan of Friday Playdate?
A: Crayonz, come home quick! Lauren just starting farting and burping a lot, and now she's puking everywhere! Grab a keg of Pedialyte on the way home, it's going to be a long night.
So, Lauren and I are stuck at my parent's while Rancito is at home vacuuming. No lie. He was doing it for me because he still thought I was driving the two and-a-half hours home tonight. That was before Lauren became the chicken broth and Pedialyte Exorcist baby all over Granny Grin's floor. Can I just say I love that man?
Susan, you up for some more Ted's tomorrow? Of course, Susan may be shying away from any dumb slow talking hicks for awhile. I had to put down the chips and salsa for awhile just to concentrate on what she was saying. I forget sometimes that Oklahomans talk so slow compared to the rest of the country that you'd think them Okies was talkin' backwards. Granted, I had a beautiful time even if we spent our mommy-free hours talking about the kiddos jumping off bunkbeds and breaking their necks and Batman and Robin costumes.
Okay, so maybe I should think about not eating anything for awhile. Ugh, I think I just heard my tummy grumble. Do they make Pedialyte for grown-ups? |
| posted by ieatcrayonz @ 10/30/2005 |
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