Finally slept some, woke up around 2:20, then got ready to head up to Frida's (Stuart's off on another trip). timenchanter had called in sick today, but was feeling better, so he came along. Of course it took me until 4:30 to get out of the house...
Frida was, as always, Frida. That is to say, fun, entertaining, and obsessed with the subjects of sex and relationships.
It turned out she had a meeting in the evening, so Timmy and I agreed to put Sabrina to bed. She was already pretty groggy, and passing out in the living room, so things didn't seem too difficult.
She started screaming as soon as Timmy picked her up, and yelled at the top of her lungs for her mommy for around half an hour while we - I should say Timmy - tried to calm her down. In the end he had to just firmly tell her to stay in bed, and closed the door to her room. Shortly, she was coming out - but not for the reason we'd thought. She'd screamed and cried so hard she'd made herself puke, and the stuff was all over her, the bed, and the floor.
So we had to clean it all up, find new clothes, find new bedclothes, wash the old ones, etc, etc, etc. Sabrina, however, became quite a bit more subdued, and let Timmy read her a story while I loaded the washer and cleaned the carpet.
Frida was incredibly embarrassed when she got home. Timmy was nostalgic. He apparently remembered child puke in some sort of happy way. The man will make a good mother for some child someday.
Otherwise, watched Camp (Good film), ate a generous dinner, and hung out in the hot tub.