my hair is wet.
i just got puked on.
we both got puked on.
one of the said person's was the pukee.
it was not me.
i had not eaten breakfast yet.
the pukee....well, let's just say he ate well this morning.
so my robe is in the wash with the pork loin's jammies.
my hair has been rung out.
motrin was given.
we're not sick.
the pukee is actually quite cheerful.
the pukee climbed up onto the treadmill and threw his easter eggs between said exercise equipment and the wall.
pukee does not have depth perception.
slammed his head into the wall.
i think the neighbors felt their walls rumble.
that's how hard he hit.
then came the silence.
from hurting yourself so hard it knocks the wind out of you?
then came the wail.
one big fell puke.
this is good news though.
i needed to wash some extra things from yesterday and didn't have a reason to do a load.