It happened again

But at least this time it wasn't right in my face. Actually, this time we were at Best Buy. Which really worked out nicely for us. Ironically, we had just walked by the steam cleaners and were looking at the vacuum cleaners when Tressa just blew up. We're talking projectile vomit here. It was everywhere. I actually couldn't believe how much of it was just spewing forth out of her mouth. Marc was the lucky one holding her this time, so right after it started he was smart enough to hold her out and away from him. She still got his arm (including all the little crevices of his watch), his shirt and his shoes. But the majority of it was definitely all over the Best Buy floor. Gross. I sent Marc to tell someone while T and I stood by her dastardly deed. She, of course, was acting as though nothing had happened, she just looked tired. Marc returned and we stood there for about seven more minutes, waiting for whoever he told to come. No one did. So Marc went and told someone else. We stood there for a few more minutes, and when no one came we left. I felt pretty bad for whoever ended up having to clean it up. We figured that was why none of the employees we told came to do something about it, they were probably waiting for someone else to discover it and clean it up (Can you blame them? They were all teenage-y looking boys, I'm sure the last thing they wanted to do was clean up some kids throw up). Anyway, we went back today and the carpet looked good as new. so. I guess no harm, no foul, right?

The weird thing is that it happened almost exactly a week after the last incident. Like, within 15 minutes. Now we're both a little scared of getting too close to Teresa...I guess we'll see what happens next Friday. Actually, we do have some theories, so we'll just have to wait and see.

Anyway, since you lasted through such a nasty story, here's a sweet picture to make up for it: