Gross

So tonight? I put my kids to bed and within a quarter of an hour, we were all back up, one in the bath, in a house completely covered in vomit. Projectile. This is what it is like to have kids. My son is not sick. He is happy and healthy. And sometimes he puts something disgusting in his mouth and later voids it. All over my sofa and rug and self. So I clean it up and move on. 

Proud Jane

I found this doll at Miracle Hill the other day and thought she looked so proud. I fet bad for her all disheveled and yellowed. At least she was high in a shelf where kids couldn't get to her in her wedding gown. She was $2.50. I brought her home and named her Jane and gave her to Beatrice with a new outfit. She is from 1965.

When I was little I loved dolls. I had Sarah and Pete. Sarah had blonde hair that was actually pretty disgusting, but I didn't mind. She was beautiful. Pete was cute... until he got lost in the woods for a year. When I found him he was black with mildew and had to soak in bleach. I still have him. Nobody else could love him because he still looks like he has a dread disease.

I found another vintage doll recently. He has choppy, bleached looking hair that greatly resembles Sharon Needle's boy persona: