This morning I awoke to the sound of my cat horking on my freshly washed down comforter. It was just liquid hork so it could have been worse but I could have skipped it all the same. A couple of hours after I got up my daughter exclaimed, “Oh No!” as the dog horked on the family room carpet. The dog had just eaten an entire bowl of food so this was major horkage – a big steamy pile. In the early afternoon as I was putting honey in my tea my daughter picked up the bottle and said, “Mom, did you know that this is a bottle of bee vomit?”
I think there is a message in here somewhere but I’m not sure I want to know what it is.
I hate pets. Really. I know I’m a bad person, but honestly. It’s not like they grow out of it!