After already being snowed in for two days, being suddenly puked on by my 3-year-old, and then walking outside to find this when it was time to hit the road, I think Colorado was trying to send me a message…
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.