Spots, splats, drips, and Ani Difranco.
Oh, it's a good thing we're all saints here. Especially since Hazel's got spots and both kids have diarrhoea, Iris isn't making it to the toilet in time, and last night she peed all over me. Could have been worse I keep telling myself, could have been the diarrhoea. Meanwhile the dear old painter has been trying to fix the flashing round the chimney and last night the leak filled a 10 litre paint bucket. He hopes he's got it now, so do we.
Our salvation is an inner sprung mattress on the floor in the playroom and dancing music. What the kids and I would do without somewhere to bounce and music that brings back to me the best and worst of the days before responsibility I know not. But where can that Abbasolutely cd have got to?
Our salvation is an inner sprung mattress on the floor in the playroom and dancing music. What the kids and I would do without somewhere to bounce and music that brings back to me the best and worst of the days before responsibility I know not. But where can that Abbasolutely cd have got to?
posted by Susan Harper at
3:54 PM
2 Comments:
Are bouncing and diarrhoea the best combination though?
slybjinzo - a stringed musical instrument, the sound of which has been compared to that of an elderly cat being violently ill, played only by a small number of hill tribes in the outermost regions of Outer Mongolia.
Why yes they must be, in this the best of all possible worlds, an evolved organism wouldn't bounce if it would make their diarrhoea worse. Bouncing must be theraputic or a sign of health. If anyone feels like bouncing they may and oxpvvvgp the consequences.
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