In case you're curious, those backgrounds that look like I went and took a picture? Those are usually cobbed together from a drawing and several different photographs, then beat to within an inch of their lives with photoshop filters.
I would be watching out for the commercial, if there was some way to do that without, you know, actually sitting down and watching TV.
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I'm in Galveston, TX today (I know I must be in Texas because the baristas at Starbucks are discussing automatic rifles). We took a night flight from JFK to visit my in-laws. On the flight Edie was being a total crab and wouldn't lay down and go to sleep. We gave her a double dose of Benadryl, to no effect. Finally I decided to take the bullet and I just picked her up and walked her up and down the aisle over and over, hoping I could lull her to sleep. A half hour or so later I'm just standing in the crew galley with her and I feel her head start to bob onto my shoulder. Getting there... getting there.... almost.... almost..... and what does she do, she voids the entire contents of her stomach all over my shoulder, everyhting she's wearing and everything I'm wearing. It was runny and chunky and just gushering out of her mouth. Now I'm frantically tearing at her clothes and mine and trying to sop up what's on the deck. The stewardess came back and took in the scene and almost lost it herself. I throw Edie, naked, at her mom and now it's laundry day in the airplane bathroom sink for the next hour. The stewardess lent me a t-shirt to wear for the rest of the flight while mine hung drying from the crew seat.
I don't really have a punchline or a heart-warming finish to this story, it's just that it happened to me, and I need to tell people that.
2 comments:
Aren't kids adorable?
Aren't they just?
A story for your puke comic maybe.
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