Wednesday, August 27, 2008

Dear Family and Friends

If we are ever talking on the phone, and you hear "Oh, No. I gotta go. I gotta go. Bye." try to stay calm. Most likely nothing serious is wrong, just something has come up that requires my immediate attention.

For example, Tony explodes like Mt Vesuvius, spewing forth more milk than he possibly could have held in his tiny belly (meaning of course, that he dug deep, and somehow managed to de-digest some of his previous bottles). All over me. All over him. All over the couch. All over the pillow. Did I mention it was a lot of barf? I haven't been that soaked since my last shower.

So please, forgive my abruptness. If my phone ever dries out, I'll call you back.

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