Sitting on the couch at 1:30 in the morning, trying to finish up a few photos and your daily blog post, and suddenly realizing that the low, rhythmic noise you’ve been hearing is not some kid’s loud stereo pumping bass a few blocks away.
Instead, it’s your dog, who has been sleeping on the couch next to you, slowly gearing up to unleash a steaming pile of chunky, brown, gelatinous vomit right there on the sofa cushion.
Yeah, you get up and try to usher her out the door, or at least onto the hardwood floor where a few paper towels and Lysol wipes will clean everything up good as new. But no, by the time you actually tune into the heaving, your window of ushering opportunity is already gone and all you can do is jump up and dance in place chanting “Oh no no no no no NO!” over and over until the deed is done.
So, I’ll save my half-finished blog post for tomorrow, and leave you instead with this…
Seriously, you can’t even hate a face like this when she pukes on your couch. 🙂
And now that I’ve wasted a half-hour cleaning up the mess, it’s time to give up and call it a night.
So, I’ve been sitting here for a whole lot longer than I really care to admit, trying to come up with something to blog about tonight. Sorry folks, I got nothing.
Our good friends, the Flores’, are coming to visit and I’m so excited I can hardly stand it! Every time I think I might have an idea or something to write about, I get distracted thinking about things we can do while they’re in town, thinking about how much the girls have probably grown since I’ve seen then last, thinking about how much fun Erin and I used to have sharing a cubicle, randomly quoting movie lines back and forth to each other throughout the day, and how much fun we had hanging out at the softball fields watching our husbands play softball together.
I can’t think straight. I just want their plane to get here. I’m thinking Cadence and I are going to get to the airport early so we can hold a little sign that says “Flores”, just like the New York City livery drivers. If only we had matching chauffeur hats! Maybe I can dig something up.
In the meantime, I really need to get to bed. It’s been a long day of cleaning and organizing and chasing my ornery 2-year-old around the house. Tomorrow, the Flores Fun Train arrives! Woohoo!!! 🙂