Important lesson learned tonight. Chloe had never actually spit up when we burped her, so I figured I didn't need the burp cloth lying a mere foot away. Bad idea. Chloe turned into Adriana with the feds, and ejected a spray of barfoplasm with such force the recoil knocked me backwards a foot. Linda Blair would be proud. Fortunately for our furniture--but unfortunately for me--my pants are ultra-absorbent, although it's possible we may yet find residue on the wall across the room. We should never have bought that new couch.
Speaking of which, we expect delivery of our new sectional tomorrow, which I believe seats 12. Very exciting. Claudia, who is shrinking rapidly, and hopes to compete for the bantamweight championship next year, will be home to take delivery while I'm at work in Queens. She's slowly recovering, but is grateful to not have delivered the "Big Enchilada". She is periodically running errands with Chloe, despite weather-conditions usually found on Venus. Now, if we can just keep our @$!&$@*&!! power from going out every time our A/C goes on...
All I can say is that if you have this much time on your hands to write this stuff, Chloe must be wonderbaby!
Posted by: Betsy Fishbone | July 20, 2005 at 08:17 PM
Last blog best ever-has the bubala barfed on the new leather seats in the new bimmer yet? We're off to Chicago and Ohio for some partying-give the "Babes" kisses for me, Tony-and hugs for you-remember, adolescence is right around the corner!
Love Gram and Henry
Posted by: Granny Ricki | August 02, 2005 at 01:35 PM