Married bliss vignette #3,218
Me: (entering a room from which Husband Mike had just left) "Ewww! Hey! Why didn't you warn me about the cat puke in here?! I just stepped in it!"Husband Mike: "What? What cat puke?" (wanders back into room and examines the puke, which is more like spittle) "Oh, that's nothing. It's just a prelude to a hairball." (moves around the room, looking in corners) "Ah! Here's the hairball, over by this cord."
When joyfully making your wedding vows, you never imagine conversations like that in your future.
Labels: cats, family, married bliss
posted by Lisa, ofs | Permalink 
3 Comments:
Oh, that could be us, precisely! I find the most effective are the ones just by the bed, waiting for bare, sleepy toes in the middle of the night...
Ewww...
I highly recommend wearing shoes. Occupational hazards in my house are tiny little Legos, since we have no cats (achoo!)
Ever kneel on a Lego? It's what modern saints do to torture themselves now that hair shirts have gone out of fashion, LOL!
Arrgh! - yes, years ago when we had Lego around. And Barbies' hairbrushes. I'd much prefer a hair shirt...
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