Pippi Longstocking.
Pippi was so glad it was Friday night. It had been long week and she was looking forward to the weekend - she had plans to visit the tallest mountain in all of Europe.
But first - a costume party!
She was going to go as, uh, Pippi Longstocking, and despite feeling slightly unwell, dressed up as, ahem, herself. A friend of hers dropped by on her way to same party and also became Pippi Longstocking.
And off they went - catching the train to the city where they would dazzle everyone with their - ah, long stockings.
Until Kylie, I mean Pippi, continued to feel more and more unwell. Quite nauseous and capable of projectile vomit.
The pair of Pippi's arrived at their destination, and after taking a small walk in the hope of giving Pippi#1 some fresh air, decided that they really should head back home.
On a side note, you would be very surprised how many people will stare at you when you are dressed up as Pippi Longstocking. Pippi#1 was so glad that she had been unable to make bendy wire stick in the long plaits.
Oh so glad.
They sat down to wait for their train and spent their time discussing where it would be best, should be the need arise, to throw up. On the train tracks? Or in the rubbish bin? The Pippi's were divided on this issue.
Finally their train came and they boarded and sought seats near the toilet. Just in case. Although, by this time, you should know that it was highly likely.
There were none and so Pippi collapsed on the steps of the train.
*Side note: Ticket-checkers will NOT check your ticket if you look white or green. Or perhaps if you are dressed up as Pippi Longstockings with your head between your knees.
Pippi would like you to know that there is nothing quite so undignified as throwing up into the toilet of a moving train dressed up as Pippi Longstockings.
Nothing.
Or as the Ticket Inspectors asking if you were pregnant. Me? said Pippi. I'm just a kid!
Unfortunately Pippi was unable to visit the highest mountain in all of Europe that weekend but hopes to in the future. Instead, she spent her weekend studying the causes and statistics of why she is far more likely to get sick on the weekend when she doesn't have to work.
She promises to publish any future findings.
Ha ha Pippi, I mean Kylie. By the way, 23 is no longer a kid, I had 2 kids by that age, and I think that if you go and live in Switzerland for a year without your family, that officially makes you an adult. PS I'm sorry your not feeling well. Remember the BRAT diet. :-) Mumma loves you.
ReplyDeleteWhen you come home can i have the stocking you wore? If they don't smell like puke!
ReplyDeleteMaybe its All the chocolate You keep eating!
Do the swiss put out garlic flavoured lindt?
Em xx
Honestly Pippi - you are so revolting!! But man, vomit stories are great aren't they! Did I ever tell you about the time when I was camp leader to 12 little 8 year olds, all sleeping on bunks in one little cabin. And how at 3am they began what I can only call "synchronised vomiting" - you know, top bunk onto bottom bunk, bottom bunk completely grossed out, promptly vomits straight into wash bag of girl in top bunk (some kind of revenge?!) etc all the way around the cabin. I managed to hold out until after I cleaned them all up, and then began to vomit myself inside out as the finale'. Moral of the story - don't sleep on the bottom bunk. P.S. what the heck is the BRAT diet??????
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ReplyDeleteYuck...
ReplyDeleteMaybe its All the chocolate You keep eating!
ReplyDeleteDo the swiss put out garlic flavoured lindt?
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