Subject: Manse Diaries: What's in the Laundry Today?
Date: 19 Sep 1997 00:00:00 GMT
From: firstname.lastname@example.org (MegaLiz)
Organization: MotPU: Where Binary Moodswings are ALWAYS on the Menu
Spunky has been possessed by the Lemmy Spirit. Nothing satisfied her
for more than a minute or two ALL FUCKING MORNING. It was looking
really ugly until I remembered that I AM IN CONTROL HERE. I decided to
LEAD her instead of following her around with a mop, by golly.
Minute 1: I had fixed her a sandwich, slapped one together for me, and
sat to eat and feed Spider Monkey.
Minute 2: There's Spunky at my elbow begging with maximum charm, "Juft
one fip of yer joooofs." I agreed, even though it grinds me to be
always and forever expected to share some part of MY portion of any
Minute 3: Spunky returns, gagging on her lunch. I can see that she has
managed to impact an entire peanutbutter and jelly sandwich in the
little roof of her mouth. She is giggling AND gagging. Choking worries
me, she knows this and finds it hilarious.
Minute 3 1/2: Since she's not getting anywhere, I ask if Spunky would
like me to try to pry the foodjam outta her mouth. She accepts my
offer with, "Ooomf GRAAAAAH ung BLECH!"
Minute 3 3/4: I get to see my juice again, and pieces of her PBJ and a
big wad of the chewing gum that she SWORE she did not swallow awhile
before. Yes, she projectile vomits on me, my perch and her happily
feeding baby sister.
Minute 3 5/6: I make my MIGHTIEST effort not to laugh.
Minute 4: I begin the process of wiping things and changing EVERYONE'S
clothes. This will take a minimum of 20 minutes.
Minute 5: Spunky announces, "I'm vewy hungwee and firsty. I yam. I'm
vewy hungwee and firsty...Didchoo know: I'm vewy hungwee and firsty. I
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