May 4, 2015

May 4, 2015: My parents aren’t huge Star Wars fans, but they are dorky enough to get it. In other news, I’m teething. It ain’t pretty. There’s drool and drool and more drool….and when I swallow it instead of spit it out, there’s vomit. Projectile vomit. And it goes wherever, even if that means all over my mommy. Sorry, mommy. But she must not have minded though because all I heard was uncontrollabe laughter when I finished.