an oh so nice hot (and shallow) bath....my very favorite clean and comfy pajamas...crisp fresh linens upon my bed and cheerfully watching that idiot chumley on pawn stars (not even i have a dog dumber than him but he is so good natured it makes me laugh.).
then suddenly a belch, a retch and angel pukes all over the bed. i quickly react and grab off the blanket to save the sheet and blech....she pukes again on the sheets.
geezus freaking monkey on a gawd dam stick now i have to change the whole entire barf baby christened freaking gross puked on bed......AGAIN!
she better be done puking and it better not screw up her blood sugars...the last thing i need tonight is a hypoglycemic blind barfing bed buddy friend.
told ya... rescue freaking well sucks.