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The Oreo Incident

We're in the midst of what I'm already calling the Oreo incident. 

I'm waiting patiently (kinda) for Meadow to puke.  You see, Meadow is a stress eater.  She HATES car rides.  And, unfortunately, her life includes a fair share of car rides right now. 

The little bugger somehow shimmied out of her car harness, found the package of peanut butter Oreos that I not only forgot to bring into the house - but totally forgot I bought as well, and ate 2/3 of the package before I smelled peanut butter and had a chance to pull the car over.

So, Meadow has been force fed about a teaspoon of hydrogen peroxide.  That is SUPPOSED to make her puke. 

No puking yet...and I'm guessing...no sleep for me tonight.

We're in the midst of what I'm already calling the Oreo incident. 

I'm waiting patiently (kinda) for Meadow to puke.  You see, Meadow is a stress eater.  She HATES car rides.  And, unfortunately, her life includes a fair share of car rides right now. 

The little bugger somehow shimmied out of her car harness, found the package of peanut butter Oreos that I not only forgot to bring into the house - but totally forgot I bought as well, and ate 2/3 of the package before I smelled peanut butter and had a chance to pull the car over.

So, Meadow has been force fed about a teaspoon of hydrogen peroxide.  That is SUPPOSED to make her puke. 

No puking yet...and I'm guessing...no sleep for me tonight.

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