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On the twelfth day of Christmas, mysteena sent to me...

Twelve plovesbears drumming

Eleven hopeness piping

Ten masteralidas a-leaping

Nine t_jays dancing

Eight cajun_ladys a-baking

Seven utmartinjenns a-reading

Six britcoms a-hiking

Five bo-o-o-ooks

Four lds

Three raising boys

Two religious studies

...and a scrabble in an u.s. history.

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Zack had a couple friends over tonight for a small birthday celebration. Mario Party, pizza and cake...very low key and minimal effort on my part.

The following might be tmi for those of you who are sensitive to throw up stories...

While they ate their cake, I took the opportunity to visit the bathroom. While I was in there, I suddenly heard the boys yelling "Ewww! He threw up!!" Yup, that's right. One of the boys puked. And we are talked two peices of pizza and a big piece of cake. I can handle cleaning up my own kids puke, but when it comes to another kid I just can hardly take it. I was down there, trying to clean it up and gagging away. Chris made me get out of the kitchen and leave the mess to him, so we didn't have a puke-fest.

The kid felt fine afterwards. He didn't want to go home, or for me to call his mom, lol. He just stayed and played, no big deal :) Kids are so resilient.

And I didn't eat any of the cake.