or: fun with a 6-pk of funny teeth from the local $2Shop
what a hoot.
Stacey came over later ( to see my screwdriver-operated toilet! ) and MC offered her a goo'ed-up pre-saliva'd set. She declined the invitation.
No idea why.
Actually, she was just dropping off these:
Stacey came over later ( to see my screwdriver-operated toilet! ) and MC offered her a goo'ed-up pre-saliva'd set. She declined the invitation.
No idea why.
Actually, she was just dropping off these:
Purdy.
( and yes, that's my hair, and no, it's not grey, I just wanted to show off the vibrant deliciousness of these hair clips. )
Later on, we had chicken & bean enchiladas for dinner. MC complained of a sore tummy ( probably from eating 12 cupcakes earlier ), but seemed fine.
Today I am washing a doona, and 2sets of bedlinen, some pyjamas, and assorted other vomited-on items. GAK! And it's lightly raining outside, so there's laundry everywhere inside.
And I tell you what: I was *not* impressed after all this malarky ( although AB did all the spew-scraping ) to come into my bedroom and find myself UNABLE TO BREATHE due to noxious bean fumes. And a muffled, laughing apology from under the doona.
I mean, I had to put the young one into that bed, and there's only 8kgs of him.
He could have died from the lack of oxygen.
Disgusting.
Disgusting.
