How many times in a day can a babby vomit? (Counting dry heaves when his tiny babby belly has been emptied completely.)
:crying_cat_face_classic:
(It’s a plague house; I had a cold all week, thought I was going to vomit between 3 and 4am, and slept fitfully until 12:30. Monkey vomited in the middle of Thursday night, and Mommy is currently down for the count with no appetite. Yaaaay!)
Don’t I hope my fingers don’t look like that tomorrow? Didn’t it FINALLY snow here, so we’re hoping to go sledding tomorrow? And don’t fingers get cold and wet as a matter of course when sledding is involved?
(Detailed Forecast–Sunday: Sunny and cold, with a high near 0. Wind chill values as low as -27. Northwest wind around 5 mph.)[from National Weather Service.]
Have I found my BB twin? And hasn’t my family also avoided the siren call of food processors for generations? But don’t we all have stand mixers? And donot I also have a stupidly expensive stainless steel French mandolin that I’m afraid of and have used twice? AND don’t I have that four sided grater too?
With apologies: was I inadvertently shouting, a couple of posts above? Shouldn’t I have thought to reduce the zoom to 100% or less before taking that screenshot?