Words cannot express how I feel about so many of you taking time out of your busy days to share synonyms of "vomit" with me. Who knew that the readers of this blog were such word aficionados? Your enthusiasm for the infinite variety of the English language could make William Safire look like an inarticulate slouch.
But don't y'all have anything better to do? You worry me.
Larry sneaked off to work despite the fact that I was feeling a tad under the weather today; nothing new there, right? But, being an experienced mom, I made sure to have a nice afternoon nap while the children played happily downstairs.
Ha, ha, ha, ha - I just crack myself up. My attempt at a nap was interrupted numerous times for various non-emergency requests. So I gave up and staggered downstairs to help the kids make pretzels. This activity is supposed to be fun, but - truthfully? - it wasn't. Children were crying over who got to "mix," we had to wait for the dough to rise, more children cried over how many pretzels they got to roll and what shapes they could make (the neighbor kids were here by that time to help with the crying..I mean, baking); then I decided to actually follow the instructions and boil the pretzels for a minute before baking them (warning: DO NOT try this at home), whereupon half of them fell apart and had to be re-formed before being put in the oven. Before they were done, one of the neighbor's twins threw up in my front hall (it's just Vomit Headquarters here).
I don't know why their parents let them play here. They should know better.