z-z-z-z-ziff! Bill did feel well enough to clean up his own puke. That is a great beginning sentence. Now I feel like crap, but I don't think it was anything catching. I think it was the Thriftway fish stew my grandma fed me yesterday. I went to Olympia yesterday to visit the delgation that my old sister city organization brought up from Nicaragua. I know 3 of the 4 delegates, and it was nice to see them again. The car trip up there was horrible, though. Juniper cried and cried because she was bored, and I had to stop 3 times. The last time she started crying, there was nowhere to stop and she started screaming so loud she was choking, creating a more hazardous driving situation than if I had been drunk and smoking crack while talking on a cell phone. When I finally did stop, she had stopped crying and was just staring blankly. So of course I felt just great about the whole thing. But I don't think I scarred her for life, just for the early afternoon. I also visited my grandma and my friend while I was there. My friend has two kids, and her 3 1/2 year-old is at that creepy little boy stage. At one point his parents had to pull him off me because he was humping my leg like a dog. It was funny as hell, but made me a little uncomfortable. Maybe I'm just uptight. |