My ears have been giving me grief this week. The dreaded middle ear infection is back, and it's been making me spew.
I spewed on Sunday. I spewed tonight.
I've got a special bucket. It's an old ice cream one. A gourmet ice cream bucket, to be precise. I reminded dad that it's purpose is for "my 'pews....not ice cream"
After eating a couple of dry bikkies, I was sick again tonight, as mum bundled me off to clean me up, I looked at dad and told him "don't eat my bikkies!" Gotta get those priorities right.
