Puke-a-hontas is back in town. All over the car seat. I'd so much rather throw it away and gnaw my feet off than clean it. But I'm not rich and famous even though I swear I could party like a rock star given the chance.........and the money. SO for now, it's in the backyard, drying. Like my stomach. My own innards are shriveling up and dying because nothing kills a healthy girls appetite like chunks of toddler vomit and lunch.
*gag* I am over this.