Random blogging on a Saturday morning
COMPLETELY unrelated to that, I'm sure no one wants to hear my tale of 6 a.m. woe and ick, but I'm going to tell you anyway, because oversharing is what the Internet is for.
We were awakened this morning, as cat owners so often are, by the sound of the cat being ill in at least two different places around the bedroom. After that, we lay in the pitch-dark bedroom contemplating our options. The light switch, of course, is all the way across the room, by the door.
Husband: We could wait for daylight.
Then we both heard the dog discovering the goodies and, um, making free with them.
Me: If I have to lie here and listen to this, you're going to be cleaning up after ME.
Me: *climbs over husband to get out of bed, having decided that my usual route out of bed isn't safe*
Me, very shortly, en route to the light switch: GYAAAAAAAH. [This is, I think, an accurate phonetic rendition of the actual noise I made.]
Husband: Find it?
Me: Found it. *hops off to bathroom to wash foot*
I swear there are times when I wonder why we put up with them.
