Pocky puked on my tummy this morning.
I awoke to the sound of retching, and suddenly something warm on my stomach.
Luckily I was too groggy to freak out and puke on HER...
TTK gathered up the dog as I gathered up the sheet, both of us grimly silent and hurried....
dog went into the bathroom, sheet went into laundry.
Woman got scrubbed vigorously by her husband.
Peace and tranquility were restored to this lazy Sunday morning in bed (if you ignored the retching noises emanating from behind the closed bathroom door, that is)
Sunday, August 6, 2006
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