Wednesday, December 13, 2006

death rides a pale cow

Oh the joys of the stomach flu and a 19 month old. Did you know that when the $h*t hits the fan you cannot determine where it is going fall? The same holds true to the vomit of a small child. This has been one of my highly insightful ponderings the past two days. Poor Grady had the stomach flu and of course it struck in the middle of the night when we were the most unprepared for its wrath. Nothing like stepping on miscellaneous food particles in the dark. OK, sorry for the graphics but someone must relate to my pain. So today I am home procrastinating on doing a paper that is due next week. Aaaaah, there are so many things I would rather do!

PS: Bonus points if you can figure out the title without googling it

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