I'm gonna lose my lunch

For someone who has a blog, I am not that self-obsessed, believe it or not. I just type this crap and someone reads it. I dunno who. I assumed it was just Nanette reloading the page 500 times a day (I am sure of this) but no, she assured me that I should check my stats.

I never check my stats. Maybe I just don't care? Maybe I'm lazy? I dunno. Sure, I'm interested in who's reading this blog, but since there are no names or faces, how could I relate? Turns out there are people are talking about me. And saying nice things at that. Whaddya know?

Moving on, in what may or may not be a testament to my MIL's cooking, the Kid took 2 bites of her homecooked dinner and promptly vomited all over the table. Lovely.

After a quick bath I put him on a supermodel's diet of ice water and pretzels. Not just any pretzels. Do you think we'd have regular old pretzels up in this house? Ninja, please. We have Mickey Mouse pretzels. Every house should have them. They are salty and tasty and there is more pretzel per square inch than any other. I give my ringing endorsement of these pretzels to all barfers out there or anyone who plans on eating at their mother in law's house.