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Apr. 22nd, 2011 03:29 pmI have been waist-deep in sick children this week. My sick children. I had such hopes and plans this week. "Hey maybe we could hit up the children's museum and do a day trip!"
Not us. Mon-Weds was spent with one sick Senor Onion. Then Miss Biscuit took over the duties Wednesday night. (she let us go on everyone's favorite ride, "the vomit comet!") I spent all of Thursday holding Miss Biscuit. If I put her down for a minute or two she would completely fall apart. Today everyone is kind of all right. Miss Biscuit spent the morning not being all that great and because I think the kids have some kind of union scheme going on, Senor Onion came on shift at lunch time and is now asleep. I dragged them out this afternoon because I had to do some grocery shopping and Senor Onion needed some kleenex with lotion because his nose is so raw that it could open its own restaurant.
The kleenex did provide us with an amusing conversation.
Me:Would you like me to get you some kleenex -the kind with lotion?
Senor Onion: What? What are inside clean eggs?
Me:...kleenex. With lotion. For your nose.
Senor Onion: But what are inside CLEAN EGGS.
Much hilarity ensued. We will be on the Fall lineup of television shows.
Much of today I have been fighting the universe and its attempts to make any action or accomplishment go to pieces. I was feeling pretty frustrated at one point. But I relaxed, did the shopping and bought myself a jar of biscoff spread. This is my new lovah. I bet I could eat this with dirt and it would be delicious. I think next month when I am in France I will fill a suitcase with the stuff. I will have so much that it will look like I am trafficking biscoff spread. "oh this shit is high quality. Saudi Princes get this shit for parties. None of that cheap stuff with horse tranquilizer."
Really I will need a suitcase for all the food products I want to bring back. My customs form always looks like a grocery list. The customs officials love asking me about stuff "You know we have cookies in this country right?" "yes but THESE are amazing. you need to try them."
I.. I am tired. I think I may just hose the house down in bleach, feed everyone raw garlic and then sprinkle holy water everywhere. This plague nonsense has kind of put a damper on the month of April.
Not us. Mon-Weds was spent with one sick Senor Onion. Then Miss Biscuit took over the duties Wednesday night. (she let us go on everyone's favorite ride, "the vomit comet!") I spent all of Thursday holding Miss Biscuit. If I put her down for a minute or two she would completely fall apart. Today everyone is kind of all right. Miss Biscuit spent the morning not being all that great and because I think the kids have some kind of union scheme going on, Senor Onion came on shift at lunch time and is now asleep. I dragged them out this afternoon because I had to do some grocery shopping and Senor Onion needed some kleenex with lotion because his nose is so raw that it could open its own restaurant.
The kleenex did provide us with an amusing conversation.
Me:Would you like me to get you some kleenex -the kind with lotion?
Senor Onion: What? What are inside clean eggs?
Me:...kleenex. With lotion. For your nose.
Senor Onion: But what are inside CLEAN EGGS.
Much hilarity ensued. We will be on the Fall lineup of television shows.
Much of today I have been fighting the universe and its attempts to make any action or accomplishment go to pieces. I was feeling pretty frustrated at one point. But I relaxed, did the shopping and bought myself a jar of biscoff spread. This is my new lovah. I bet I could eat this with dirt and it would be delicious. I think next month when I am in France I will fill a suitcase with the stuff. I will have so much that it will look like I am trafficking biscoff spread. "oh this shit is high quality. Saudi Princes get this shit for parties. None of that cheap stuff with horse tranquilizer."
Really I will need a suitcase for all the food products I want to bring back. My customs form always looks like a grocery list. The customs officials love asking me about stuff "You know we have cookies in this country right?" "yes but THESE are amazing. you need to try them."
I.. I am tired. I think I may just hose the house down in bleach, feed everyone raw garlic and then sprinkle holy water everywhere. This plague nonsense has kind of put a damper on the month of April.
