I went last weekend with my 3 year old niece (Liesl) and 1 year old nephew (Algy). Algy likes to ride the train, so we went on the train tour of the park. As we approached the turkey vultures the narrator was telling us that they are also called "The Wieners of the West". I was laughing my can off and the guy sitting in front of me turned around and gave me that quizzical "what's so funny" look. I told him and then he clarified that the narrator actually said that they are called "The Cleaners of the West". I was embarrassed.
Look at this guy. He obviously is experiencing the joy that is contained in naked hammock sleeping. Not a care in the world.
So after the zoo I went to my brother's house and for The Big Thanksgiving Dinner. We're not big turkey eaters so we went with Thanksgiving Burgers! Beef, not turkey. They were insanely delicious. That's our tradition. Don't hate.
After dinner I was playing with my niece and she kept telling me that her stomach hurt. I didn't know what to do so I just rubbed her tummy for a little while and told her that I was using my magic powers to make her bellyache go away. Right then she hurled all over me. I'm not exaggerating when I say that this was pipeline throwup. Her entire mouth-hole was was expelling the nastiness. This was a massive pukage. A pukage that could go down in history. I just stared at her in horror as I fought the down the urge to puke at the sight and smell of her puke. I kept telling myself that it's mind over matter. As soon as the urge passed and I was ok, she puked all over me again. The same volume of the pink, stringy, chunky mess! I was going to lose it. I turned my head and stared at the opposite wall until I could contain myself again. My brother grabbed her and carried her to the kitchen. Just before they reached the sink she hurled one more time. It was so incredibly disgusting. I'm sorry for telling you but I just really felt the need to have you know.
8 comments:
ahhh, the projectile puke. i'm sorry to say that i've never experienced that, even with 4 children that i birthed. but i'm fine with that, really.
and kudos on BEEF burgers--i was gonna have to go postal on your ass if they were tofu.
glad you had a happy non-turkey day!
Ug...they say it is easier when the kids are your own, but it is not! It is still dis.gus.ting. And I have to will myself not to puke. every. time.
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaa! Your title totally misled me.
So sorry about the puke. Props for not puking yourself.
P.S. You make me giggle. I miss you.
I haven't laughed so hard in a long time. The imagery is hilarious! I almost hurled from laughing so hard.
Weiners of the West and puking. Thats what Thanksgiving is made of! A domestic dispute would have topped it all off!
I hereby pledge to see the Feast of the Beasts. I am committed! I will only let you join me at the feast of the beasts if you are hopping on one foot. But I won't make you wear the blindfold because I am very kind and generous.
LOVE YOUR GUTS! And not your pumpking guts, and not your neice's guts she puked out on you, but just your pretty little Vanessa guts. They really are.
Sorry if the typing is bad, my eyes are a little blurry from contained laughter. You've done it. you are officially an aunt. Almost -- have you been peed on yet? -- I have had every disgusting human excrement come from a niece or nephew at one point in time or another. I am most sad when they puke - because it is usually accompanied by a pitiful fit of crying.
Justin would Love to have your Thanksgiving! He is not a turkey fan!
I LOVE your blog, when I need a smile it always does it!
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