Sunday, December 28, 2008
Hello Chickens: I hope you all had a Very Merry!! We had a wonderful Christmas and returned yesterday (along with some socks and a shirt that was too big.)
Driving home, The Spawn were oddly quiet. A half hour into the trip, Bananna commented that the pears she had been eating were delicious. Five minutes later it dawned on me that I had not packed pears. Bananna had managed to locate some sliced apples that had been languishing in a ziploc baggie in the backseat for Lord Knows How Many Days. Brown, fuzzy, mold covered apple slices that apparently tasted somewhat like pears. The only thing that offset the horror at what she had ingested just a wee bit was the thought that she might not need another tetnus shot for five or six years.
I will spare you the details of the vomiting that took place later that night, but it was not the only regurgitation going on at Chez Veasey. While we were away, the cats had decided to express their displeasure in being left alone for the holidays by practicing some tag team vomiting. They targeted our bed, paying special attention to our pillows. Because nothing says "Welcome Home, Boy-I'll bet you're tired!" like a mattress and bedding covered in cat puke.
I dreamed of tuna fish sandwiches when I finally went to sleep--coincidence?