Monday, May 14, 2007

Spencer vomitted on my bed at 12 midnight. Great.

Maybe she had been trying to tell me all along, that she was feeling ill.

So I had to do the laundry in the middle of the night.

I couldn't bear the thought of sleeping on a vomit stained mattress, so I moved to the other room.

Spencer did sound apologetic, and she didn't jump up the bed until 9am, when she wanted breakfast.
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At 12:51 pm, Blogger EJ. said...

Poor Spencer. must be indigestion due to the weather.


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