Friday, August 8, 2008

The Torture Chronicles, Vol. 3

To fully appreciate the extend of this child's suffering, understand that Scarlett has a wheat allergy. Or so assumes the Matron because when the doctor suggested a blood test to determine said system malfunction, Scarlett nearly threw herself out the window and the test was never done. Instead, the doctor suggested Scarlett abstain from wheat for a week.

Tummy aches? Gone!

But everyone knows how prisoners of war starve and suffer. . .


Mom, Dad & Merrick,

Last night we went camping, and we had the BEST BREAD EVER! We have to figure out how to make it! (bake bread! Ack, ack, ack went the Matron, who opens boxes for anything more
complex than a cookie)

I will you more about camp when I get home (tomorrow!) but this morning, me, Lia Allie, and (the counselor) Ellen missed like half the breakfast.

So far almost every meal has been wheat except for the potatoes and chicken.

Sunday and Monday nights I cried myself to sleep. I am looking forward to Saturday.



Here she, suffering.

Looking particularly miserable here, hmmmm?

And: he's alive!


Lynda said...

Hope the bread was wheat-free!

Julie said...

Scarlett is so busted! I am curious about how you're going to reveal the photos you've seen of her "suffering." :)

Jenn @ Juggling Life said...

Family resemblance what?

Anonymous said...

Lol, sweet girl, sure keeps you on your toes.
I think, if I were to have an allergy to wheat, I'd need some serious therapy, I live for bread.

Angie said...

Boy, that girl is a roller coaster! She sure looks like she's suffering to me!

Great to see Stryker, I had no doubt he was alive and well.

Cheri @ Blog This Mom! said...

The Matron? How she inspires me to steal! Steal! Steal!

Blog This Mom!? Up until now she had forgotten about The Middle Child's letters from camp. Letters about torture. Blog This Mom! will unearth said letters from the Rubbermaid storage bin in the garage. She will scan. She will post. But not today. She will do this after she procrastinates much and/or it isn't 148 degrees in the garage.

Thanks for sharing, Matron. My heart belongs to you, and so will my estate if you go after me for stealing your ideas.

Vallen said...

Ahhh, the hyperbolic life of adolesence. Tighten your seatbelt, Mom, it's going to be a bumpy ride but more fun than you can ever imagine.