Sunday, November 7, 2010

Sunday Nov 7th, 2010

November 7, 2010

Making chicken stock from roasted chicken we had  for dinner. Waiting to see if my girl is going to throw up again as she did before bed tonight. Hoping flying chunks did not infect me as well.  Time change catching up to me. Tired. Going to bed to read.

W. Colder, Dry.
R. 9:55


Meredith said...

OK, for a minute there I thought I was reading Adams journal and I felt sorry for Bess, being sick and all. But then I realized that he probably would not use "chunks" to describe vomit. :)

The Fine Art of Motherhood said...

Poor baby! (I mean your girl -- not you having to endure the chunks... Well, ok, you too!)

Christine said...

Well I did have to put my hand into the clogged up sink that she threw up into... How completely gross is that??? Feel bad now?

She's fine today and so am I so I guess I didn't catch anything from it.

That's cute Meredith!