Uber-Foogin'Bleebubble!

[stroh]

 

We (and I use that term lazily, for I haven't the strength to search for a truly suitable noun) are "watching" our 4 year old nephew.  Parents dropped him off last night.  Things were basically ok.  (Don't get me wrong, he's a good kid, sweet boy.  Just 4 years old, and all that that entails.  Although, I have seen flashes of Trouble Child)

So, like I said, last night......allright.  I put him, and my daughter ([don't get me started on that *fudge*in' kid either....wonder sometimes she is my spawn....mumble mumble beat the piss out of her mumble mumble.  Just kidding.  Illustrative, that I'm not biased.

Any............HOO!  Wake up today.  10:06 Tee time.  Raining like hell, but breaking soon.  I head out, sentencing Karen to 4+ hours of the 2 kids in the house.  I had fun, played ok, birdied the last, but fodder for another thread.  Karen had her hands full.  Weather did break up, and the kids went outside. 

I'm tired of typing, and I'm sure, by now, you have probably stopped reading/giving a damn.


The kids come running up to me...."Austin threw up on the stairs!"(outside).
I go and look, sure enough.....   "Austin, you ok bud?"  Yeah, I was just playin' too hard.

Ok.  Time to go.  We load up, and off to Costco, a few other places, and then ou to eat for the night.  We get about 6 miles down the road, and..........well, you guessed it, you don't have to wait for it......Bleh, bleh.

Lil' dude is now heaving all over the back seat of our car.   We tur around, and have been home since.  We're her for the night.  Karen is livid.  Her car is her sanctuary.  She is a clean freak.  I just spent the last hour decontaminating the best I could.  It still needs to be deep cleaned.

What pisses me/her off..........the parents came by this morning, on their way out of town, to drop off his bike.   They used us!   They weren't leaving yet.  Never said a word about their plans.  Whatever.  The puking, overshadows, and taints the thoughts right now, but it leads both of tho question, why the hell do we have your damn kid, if you weren't leaving 'til this after noon.


Austin is fine now, BTW, and resting comfortably.

[spacey]

Might I suggest you harden the *fudge* up nancy boy? Just a thought, do with it what you will.

[Seamus]

What's all this fuss about Boston and flukes.

Of course Boston has flukes it's a port city fer cryin' out loud, I can't begin to tell you how many times I've walked the streets of Boston and enjoyed the flukes, why if I had a dollar for everyti...
EMILY...he said Austin puked!

Oh my...well that's quite different

Never mind.

[stroh]

Harden up?  Harden up?  Did you say really say harden the *fudge* up? You *fudge*in' mother *fudge*er!  Harden the *fudge* up? You *fudge*in' piece of *fudge*in' *feces*!  You want me to harden the *fudge* up, you mother *fudge*er, I'll harden up!  Don't *fudge* with me, you *fudge*in' piece of *feces*.



(it was peanut butter, and jelly too.  I didn't wear a mask, but it was like a prom date, in the back of the limo, after a bottle of root beer schnapps.  Oh, Yeah!)

[Clive]

(it was peanut butter, and jelly too.  I didn't wear a mask, but it was like a prom date, in the back of the limo, after a bottle of root beer schnapps.  Oh, Yeah!)

Please tell me that doesn't mean you were trying to have **** with him.

[TFT]

If I had been there I would have caught the vomit in a bag and had it hermetically sealed before it hit the ground. 

You just need the training.

You also should have recognised the signs.

Parent up, peaches.

 

[campy]

If I had been there I would have caught the vomit in a bag and had it hermetically sealed before it hit the ground. 

You just need the training.

You also should have recognised the signs.

Parent up, peaches.

 

If i had been there, I would have waited until the little *fudge*er was reloading his upchucks, and stopped him with a Judo chop "center mass".  I realize most would have froze, but I am bad ass.  Stroh's still a fag though.

[stroh]

(it was peanut butter, and jelly too.  I didn't wear a mask, but it was like a prom date, in the back of the limo, after a bottle of root beer schnapps.  Oh, Yeah!)

Please tell me that doesn't mean you were trying to have **** with him.

LOL.  Heavens no.  Bad analogy, I guess. Besides, He's a tow-head blonde, brunettes, are my deal.

[stroh]

If I had been there I would have caught the vomit in a bag and had it hermetically sealed before it hit the ground. 

You just need the training.

You also should have recognised the signs.

Parent up, peaches.

 

1. I was drunk.

b) I wasn't paying attention.  Duh!  I had my ipod playing with both earbuds.  2 kids in the back, remember?

Second of all:  Karen doesn't carry one of those kinda bags in the car, since, uh, well...........Let's just say, I'm not English, and all that.


Holy, sheet!  You can't make it up.  In the middle of typing this, I'm off to tend to "bumped heads".

[E-A-G-L-E!]

Sounds like you're having a grand time.   Actually, it doesn't sound that fun at all.  Hope the rest of the time that Austin's with you isn't as bad.

It rained at your house?  Never made it over to ours - all we heard was a couple cracks of thunder and saw a flash of lightning?  You got out to golf today despite the rain?  That's great!!  Kev and I made it out to Phalen for a "quick" 9. 

[Uisce Beatha]

[Dunk]

Nice birdie.

[Fuzzy]

Nice birdie.

 

At least you got out golfing. My day was similar to yours except for the rain, babysitting and kids puking part.

[stegerman]

Might I suggest you harden the *fudge* up nancy boy? Just a thought, do with it what you will.

Says the man without children.