Before I have even had my coffee……………
(pictured here playing happily with kitty #2 among the newspaper from the unwrapped ornaments)
started making this guttural yowl and just when I turned the corner to follow the blood curdling freak out he opened his mouth and proceeded to projectile vomit all over my dining room. I’m not talking about a little puke. I am talking about the kind of scene that would make Linda Blair run away screaming in terror.
I am happy to report kitty is purring happily on the couch gratifying himself in a way only a cat can do so all is well.
I hate puke. I could never NEVER be a nurse. The sight of vomit makes me double over and gag so fiercely that it is not uncommon for me to end up contributing to the pile if I am forced to clean it up. It’s not pretty. I’m out of paper towels. The puke is still sitting there. I am afraid. Very very afraid. You are probably thinking that it is entirely nasty to leave it there but it’s only been like five minutes and I am wasting time trying to build up the courage to face the unavoidable. I mean I COULD leave it for my husband to clean up but that would be hours from now and someone might step in it. I know it needs to be done but OH THE TORTURE!!!
Hmmmm…how to waste some time? OH, I know. How about some pictures of my Christmas decorations? I love Christmas. I am Martha Stewart on steroids when it comes to Christmas. It is not the kind of decorating that looks like Santa threw up in the yard (while were on the subject) but it comes close.
We have two trees, one tree downstairs with family ornaments, train etc…
and one upstairs I get to decorate any way I wish. Hubby calls it my foo foo tree. Whatever. This year I did like an old fashioned Christmas theme with vintage Santa postcards, snowflakes and prism lights. It looks cool.
I want to get to baking now. I bake a TON of cookies during the holidays. Biscotti, snowballs, shortbread, you name it I’ve baked it. I put on some festive music, pour myself some Pennsylvania Dutch Eggnog and really have great fun with it all. Of course ANYTHING would be fun after drinking Pennsylvania Dutch Eggnog.
I would like to bake today. I cant bake knowing there is cat puke in the dining room though. That doesn’t really say CHRISTMAS now does it? Oh FINE………..I’ll go clean up the puke. Maybe I should skip the coffee and have some eggnog instead! It’s five o’clock somewhere right?
Wish me luck.