Dec 19, 2004 17:27
Cleaning up projectile vomit is like a game.
"Did I get it all?"
"NO theres some on the celing.. 200 points for me!"
"Oh and some one the floor.. 200 points for me!"
"Umm.. Judge rules? Floor Findings, 15 points."
"Dang."
I wracked up those points.. the toilet cover (aka the big fuzzy duck) even got a hint of my "ewie".. Sabrina called me mid puke.. Shes a mother non-stop.. "what have you got" "well what color is it" "GREEN.." "eww" for some reason people have a problem with green vomit. Vicki and Mal have been straight up jerks to me. Vicki walked past me while I was hovering the porclin god and she just "Humpt" me and walked away... no help or anything, However Dad cought the "bitch alert" and ran to my side to hold back my hair and menchion how I'm the only person that REALLY loves him. And him me. All I have is that man if he ever dies I'll go insaine. MOTHERS SUCK. (except Sab.. the soccer mom! haha)
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