My middle little person woke us up this morning running down the hall throwing up. I was shampooing carpets by 7 a.m. What a way to start your day, eh? Thankfully, she took a really long nap and ate some toast and she seems to be fine now. The little people just scarfed down eclairs. Yes, I know that isn't exactly the dinner of champions but I am craving chocolate and was forced against my will to go to Dunkin Donuts to get Mocha Coolattas. Sue me. Havanna Republic (the local cigar store that I haven't had the chance to visit yet) was closed so I had to revise my choice of poison for the evening. I may take a blender of booze over to the neighbor's and get her drunk this evening. Not sure yet. Her husband just got home from a seven day work trip and they may need some time, although she stated earlier that she was going to hand him the kids and go hide. I would think that after seven days apart they would be more inclined to call someone up and beg them to babysit for a few hours so they could get freaky. But we all don't think like me...

Posted by gwendolyn on August 04, 2001 at 05:12 PM