More Later…
Why 8 year old daughters are superior to 8 year old dogs:
My then 8 year old daughter, at 4:50am about a year and a half ago:
“Mama, I threw up.”
“Where?”
“In the toilet.”
My NOW 8 year old dog, at 4:50am this morning:
“barf”
Right.by.my.bed.
Oh, you have to know, the carpet cleaner died awhile ago, and the vacuum cleaner died on Sunday, and I’ve had 4 days off from work, so really don’t have time to go shopping for new ones right now. But you will have to wait for my regularly scheduled post, because I kind of have to deal with the barf this morning. I’m gonna try Oxy.
More Later, I promise. Can’t promise it will be GOOD, but there will be something.