I don't like the f-word. I can count on one hand the amount of times I've used it out loud in 30 years on earth. I think today marks #5. Because nothing makes you mutter the f-word under your breath more than this:
You know what? I take it back. I don't believe I finished the entire f-word. It was more like, "Ohhhh fuhhhhhhh....." and then I took the picture.
All of it is barf?! Oh why isn't my computer scratch-n-sniff???
Yes, ALL of it is barf. Vomit. Puke. Whatever you want to call it. And it smelled up our entire house in about 10 minutes. Tod walked in last night and his face went white.
Kari, don't know what's wrong with his tummy. We're going to start writing down what he eats and what happens.
Grossest clean-up job to date by far.
I think it is time to start submitting your photography.
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