Mmmhmm. All three children plus Bella and Maggie are lined up looking out in the back yard. Don is making a horrible face. We were preparing to go out for the evening, but it looks like that won't be happening. Buster has eaten something which does not agree with him. Something that looks pastel and foamy. I think it may be a bath fizzy that has combined with dog food. Yuck-O.
The kids freaked out because they thought there was something wrong with Buster's leg. Don & I were more concerned about the super slobber trailing from our obviously distressed big baby. Of course he did not throw up on the hard floors but on the master bedroom carpet. Ewww.
Instead of playing poker at a friend's home tonight we will instead be home nursing our big illin' dog. The idea of crating him in this state is entirely outside the realm of possibility. The kids and I thought it would be novel to learn to play poker, but it is not meant to be tonight. Since the ante was supposed to be wrapped candy, and we have four complete novice players, I bought a small mountain of candies which we will not be needing. Oh, boo-hoo, whatever will we do with those lovely candies? Hee. Or the big chocolate bread and newly created white chocolate bread in the dining room that were just waiting to go out the door tonight. Don suggested we just buy a veggie tray at the grocery store instead of me spending the day baking, but--- as he put it "Heaven forbid that we show up with something from a store." (You know it was said sarcastically.) The dog is super needy because his giant tummy hurts, the children are all being crude because one of them is gassy, and I am not looking forward to the remainder of 2007.
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