Today’s post was supposed to be about the following things: picking up my babies from camp & the Olympics.
I plan to be at the gates of the camp as soon as it opens. Just kidding. Not really. The two weeks both flew by and took forever. I’ll never send them away again. Just kidding. Not really.
The Olympic opening ceremonies are on tonight! Danny Boyle directed the production so I fully expect a little “jai ho” slipped in there. When I was little, the summer olympics were a major ritual in our house. Cooking shows were tuned off. Bollywood movies were put on hold for it. It was big.
So of course I sprung out of bed and bolted downstairs to post this before my big day – and look what I found waiting for me.
**warning** This is gross, offensive, disgusting and revolting (that’s how I felt anyway). For your protection I only included a thumbnail photo.
Sorry. But I think you need to know what happens here. It’s like a war zone.
I did what any sane person would do – I screamed and woke my husband up to clean it. He came downstairs, said a few swear words and told me that the cat is sick.
Yes…Sick. Twisted. Wild. Needs to be in the woods. This is why we shouldn’t have pets indoors. What were we talking about?
This now concludes the overshare.
I’m going to go back to my happy place now. A place that does not involve cat puke or poop or whatever that was!