Happy birthday, Bonnie Callahan! She is five years old, five? What is up with that? These children need to stop, because if not next year she'll what, be six? Then seven, then eight, then nine? I'm sorry, I cannot accept that and she needs to knock it the hell off.

Yesterday I pretty much sat in front of the television all day. It would be a bad sign that I'm falling down the rabbit hole of unemployment, except for the fact that it was Saturday and everyone is always allowed to become a little mossy on the weekend.

I babysat at night, giving Cynthia and Fran a chance to pretend that they deserve some time on their own without their children. Jon brought them home, we watched a little Buffy, and then I flung them into bed.

I stayed up in the house watching more of Season One, since my Buffy DVDs won't play on my computer, so I have to use their DVD player whenever I have the chance, and a couple of hours later, Molly came padding down the stairs.

"What do you want, Molly?"
"Nothing."
"Then go back to bed."

She went back upstairs for about two minutes, then came back down again, and I knew what it must have been.

"Did Bonnie throw up?"
"Yes."

Sigh. Bonnie is the Vomit Comet, she throws up in bed at least a few times a week. She starts to cough, and then she can't stop herself, and then it's whoopsie all over the sheets.

I grabbed a roll of paper towels and a garbage bag and went up to quell the flow. She was a little weepy, but I told her that it wasn't anything to cry over, it just happened, and urged her to start working on thinking about recognizing the signs before throwing up and making her way to the bathroom rather than ruining another set of sheets.

I wiped the mattress with a damp paper towel, found a new set of sheets, but couldn't find any blankets (Fran is actually taking the day off from work on Tuesday in order to deal with Bonnie's pukey laundry, and no, I'm not kidding), so I covered the girls in large towels instead.

Honestly, I've certainly babysat enough without being on vomit duty before, obviously it couldn't be avoided forever, but hopefully I've done my bit now and I'm off the hook until this phase of hers is over.

O, and you know what else I did when I was watching Buffy? I finally finished the navy blue scarf that I have been knitting since like October!

I had to spend about an hour undoing a row because I started binding off too late and didn't have enough to end the row, but it would not come undone. But I finished it! And I started the orange scarf. Which I have no intention of knitting for the next five months.

Um, check out that year ago today quote below. I guess I don't so much have to worry about that happening anymore, huh?

Today's horoscope:
Virgo looks in vain for the welcome mat. Plans should be kept secret during this formative stage. With your situation in a state of flux, you'd hate to be tied to something that might not work tomorrow.

One year ago today:
If I get the ten year award, somebody shoot me in the head.

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