We drove to a neighboring town to check out a house that's for sale. I've had my eye on it for awhile & wanted to see the inside.
It was beautiful and EXACTLY what we are looking for. And I mean EXACTLY. Many big rooms, much storage, a huge yard, 3 car garage, hiding places, built in double oven, etc...
So on our way out of town we stopped at Dairy Queen and let the munchkins play at the playground so that Popeye & I could talk quietly.
After we left the playground, Grand Duchess started crying. And then Thor started in. And then I heard from the back seat, "Eeew! Mom, Optimus Prime just puked!" And Optimus Prime started crying. Princess Monkey Eyes and Mr. Fantastic started freaking out about the smell in the back seat and Mr. Fantastic moved himself to sit on the floor by the door. And then, amidst all the crying and yelling, I heard, "Eew. Is that cheese?"
And then I stuck my head out the window for a breath of fresh air (because it really WAS nasty) and I heard, "Mom, are you sick, too? Or are you spitting booger-spit?" I was laughing hysterically the whole way home.
Oh yeah. Poor Optimus Prime.
The van still stinks.
Wednesday, July 1, 2009
yesterday...
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3 comments:
ICK!!! I remember many a long trip (say to a family reunion?) and Wendy getting sick all over the van. It still happens today!
But, so? What was the verdict on the house? We too have been looking around - Jason's sick to death of the 2-hour commute to work - and if all works out should be moving in August. I'll fill you in on details when we know for sure.
Spitting-booger spit?! I love it. Kids are so kids. I'm sorry about the puke in the van, that's really gross. So, about the house?
puke...gross!!
Moving...WHAT??
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