Do yourself a solid and don't come-a ringin' our doorbell.
You don't want what we're giving out.
Trust me.
The proof: my 2 a.m. rendezvous with vomit and *ahem* covered sheets via the Budder Ball. Yowza! Talk about sleep-waking stench.
We quickly remedied with a lukewarm bath (vomit floaters included), 2 freeze pops and some Lightening McQueen.
Spirits are unexpectedly high, but still. Vomit and *ahem*
Not good.
2 comments:
Poor guy!! Good luck with that and hopefully your tomorrow is stomach ailin' free. :)
Good luck to you and the rest of the non-vomit ones in your home, for the time being.
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