Hi! I'm Lindsay Ferrier. You might remember me from a blog called Suburban Turmoil. Well, a lot has changed since I started that blog in 2005. My kids grew up, I got a divorce, and I finally left the suburbs for the heart of Nashville, where I feel like I truly belong. I have no idea what the future will hold and you know what? I'm okay with that. Thrilled, actually. It was time for something totally different.
September 10, 2006
>”We had to just leave that party. Because who wants to eat dinner when you have someone’s upchuck all over you?”
-My mom
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>Ewwwww!
>That pretty much says it all, doesn’t it?
>Whuh? Who upchucked? What’d I miss?
>yeah, we need more details.
>I don’t know, Renee. Maybe we don’t need more detail.
>Strange that your mom put it that way. Considering what happened with my daughter at times when she was tiny, I’d have starved to death if I subscribed to that train of thought.
>Sounds like a fun party! What’s a little vomit between friends, anyway?
>See? YOU lie to her, but it’s your MOM who gets puked on. For shame.
>Hello? All the best parties involve upchuck.
>Akshully – depends on who dun the upchucking! If it was an infant, I’m in agreement with serra: many a mum would be stick-rail skinny and starving if they subscribed to this practice!! On the other hand, if it was from an adult…. Well. No comment!!….
>Ick. YOur comments are fun today, too.Just wanted you to know you’re on my blogroll!MotherPie’s Blogroll and Blog FriendsCheers
>I’ve woken in the morning to find pooh on my shirt (from my newborn baby, not my husband), so what’s a little vom at a party?