I'm Not Rich but Lord I'm Free

During the course of my ten hours of babysitting I sent my sister the following texts while she was at work.

6:50 am: It's really rainy.

7:43 am: She has the hiccups ha ha

8:37 am: Oh my god she pooped so much. It's up her back.

8:42 am: Yea she's happy again. I had to use like 10 wipes.

8:47 am: No. She just started getting fussy so I smelled her ass and it was sssssttttaaaaannnnn-kay.

10:44 am: Sleeping!!

10:45 am: Yep.

10:52 am: Yes she is sawing logs.

11:05 am: I have terrible B.O.

12:02 pm: Do you have fingernail clippers?

12:08 pm: Margs peed and threw up all in the same pile.

1:08 pm: As I was taking this she peed out of her diaper all over my shirt and leg. No Joke. (Picture message.)

1:09 pm: 6 is fine. I don't need anything.

1:22 pm: Sitting on the couch playing with her fake fruit. We are worried about margs. She has K9 depression.

3:18 pm: Tatum just threw up in her mouth and ate it.

4:00 pm: Margaret just threw up some kind of hard green jelly.

4:07 pm: Yea she was rubbing her eyes and getting cranky.