the bad luck streak continues....
so last night after working till close i rush over to my friend's house for a dinner party. she feeds us extremely well and i head home exhausted and so full i almost feel ill. i have a beer at home, go to be early (for me), knowing that i have to open the store the next day.
3am rolls around and i hear a noise. my tiny dog has thrown up. on our brand new comforter. i bought kev new sheets and a comforter for his birthday, and in brown since we have dogs and nothing we have ever stays not brown. so i figured let's save ourself the hassle and maybe have something that looks nice for once. um, yeah - so not happening. the mess is chock full of pork and reeks so bad it hurts. i grab some plastic grocery bags and paper towels to mop it up, but it stinks so bad i keep having to take a break so i don't hurl. i doubt she has undigested pork in her system four days after kev's pig roast, so i can only guess the pups have stashed some pork they snagged from our party guests in the back yard. so it is 4 day old, unrefrigerated pork - gag. then i really gag. and proceed to hurl in the plastic grocery bag on top of the mess i was already cleaning up. and then once again in the trash as i was trying to throw it out.
fun right? i strip the bed linens (it soaked on thru to the sheets), remake the bed with a flat sheet and a throw blanket, as our backup linens are in the washer. well then i go to brush my teeth and almost walk into the hugest spider ever dangling from the bathroom door frame. adrenaline pumping i lay in bed for the next hour and a half. i finally start to dose off around 4:30am. then it happens again. yep, she threw up again on the bed. this time no pork thankfully. i strip the bed again, and figure this isn't the night to sleep.
i head to the sofa with a blanket and pillow and pass out about 6am, hoping to get a bit more sleep before work. kev gets home, wakes my weary ass up, and starts the laundry. guess what? our awesome new comforter doesn't fit in our washing machine. so i now have to get my car steam cleaned from the poop explosion on sunday, and hang out for an hour or two at a laundry mat courtesy of the tiny dog's enormous ability to expell pork. i just want a nap....
3am rolls around and i hear a noise. my tiny dog has thrown up. on our brand new comforter. i bought kev new sheets and a comforter for his birthday, and in brown since we have dogs and nothing we have ever stays not brown. so i figured let's save ourself the hassle and maybe have something that looks nice for once. um, yeah - so not happening. the mess is chock full of pork and reeks so bad it hurts. i grab some plastic grocery bags and paper towels to mop it up, but it stinks so bad i keep having to take a break so i don't hurl. i doubt she has undigested pork in her system four days after kev's pig roast, so i can only guess the pups have stashed some pork they snagged from our party guests in the back yard. so it is 4 day old, unrefrigerated pork - gag. then i really gag. and proceed to hurl in the plastic grocery bag on top of the mess i was already cleaning up. and then once again in the trash as i was trying to throw it out.
fun right? i strip the bed linens (it soaked on thru to the sheets), remake the bed with a flat sheet and a throw blanket, as our backup linens are in the washer. well then i go to brush my teeth and almost walk into the hugest spider ever dangling from the bathroom door frame. adrenaline pumping i lay in bed for the next hour and a half. i finally start to dose off around 4:30am. then it happens again. yep, she threw up again on the bed. this time no pork thankfully. i strip the bed again, and figure this isn't the night to sleep.
i head to the sofa with a blanket and pillow and pass out about 6am, hoping to get a bit more sleep before work. kev gets home, wakes my weary ass up, and starts the laundry. guess what? our awesome new comforter doesn't fit in our washing machine. so i now have to get my car steam cleaned from the poop explosion on sunday, and hang out for an hour or two at a laundry mat courtesy of the tiny dog's enormous ability to expell pork. i just want a nap....