The first thing I did when I came downstairs this morning was to step in a puddle of cold cat puke. It was not my idea of a good time.
The Law of Averages states that: Where there is one puddle of puke, there is statistically bound to be a second puddle. With that in mind, I did a thorough search of the house, minus the kids' bedrooms since they were still sleeping.
I didn't find anything, which, makes me nervous.
On the bright side, I now have a new chore to occupy my mind while sitting in boring meetings; I can mentally search my home for surprise puke puddles.
Am I living the life, or what?
Maybe the dog got puddle #2? Disgusting thought, but not beyond the realm of possibilities.ReplyDelete