Yeah, I know I said I wasn’t posting, but my night was eventful.
Amidst trying to get the house cleaned and ready, studying with the girls for tests, cooking La Petite Belle’s request of steak with rice & gravy, making sure Roxy Belle got a bath, and packing to leave for the beach, La Petite Belle has some stomach issues.

And, when I say issues, I mean that literally.

I’ll spare you the details, but it did involve me having to clean two toilets and an extra shower for La Petite Belle.

Hey, these things happen.

But, it did remind me of something that happened about four years ago when La Petite Belle looked more like this.

She was having similar stomach issues and had to leave the dinner table to go to the bathroom. She was in there for quite some time while the rest of us ate and carried on with conversation.

Suddenly, in the middle of our talking, her voice booms from the bathroom, “HELLO!!! I have diarrhita! Does anyone even care?”

Laughter ensued.

Of course, she didn’t appreciate that.

But, “diarrhita”? A cross between a margarita and Doritos I think. That’s one delicacy I don’t want to try.

Hope your weekend is diarrhita-free.

I’m off to the beach. I’ll try to clean up the oil while I’m there.