Sally was sainted a while back, but the nickname lives on for good reason.
Recently, we planned a trip to Chicago and asked Saint Sally to come stay with Jack and Griffin. She happily agreed. After Bryan and I left for Chicago, she called to say my car was dead...yet again. After transferring bags, carseat and kiddos to her car, she smelled a terrible smell. Griffin needed to be fumagated after an explosive diaper. This procedure caused her to be a tad late to drop Jack off at preschool.
When she did arrive at school, she buzzed the office and waited for directions to the room. Then, Jack vomited all over the office of his school (and himself in the process).
Long live Saint Sally!
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