Subject: Manse Diaries: What's in the Laundry Today?

Date: 19 Sep 1997 00:00:00 GMT

From: (MegaLiz)

Organization: MotPU: Where Binary Moodswings are ALWAYS on the Menu

Newsgroups: alt.foot.fat-free






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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