I have never seen so much vomit...

... as I did last night when the cat decided to explode all over my bedroom floor.

Yep, on the carpet, not the laminate. (no matter how many times I shout at him, the carpet is the way to go apparently!!)

And I didn't notice until I had stepped in it. In bare feet.

Insert retching here.

So, I did what any self respecting girl would do. I left it until D came home, pointed at it in a weak & pathetic manner & said 'ewwhhh'. To which D called me a lazy cow & proceeded to mop up the mess, all the while giving me the evils.

Hey, I don't mind, at least he cleared it up. Mwaa ha ha ha haaaa.

I am not that lazy, I just protest at clearing up vomit. This is why I don't have children. Maybe I shouldn't have feed Darth the lamb...?

On other, more interesting matters, I'm bored. I'm in that kind of limbo where I know I should feel my age but in reality I still feel like a 17 year old. One is 30 on Friday. One should act her age! Ach! I can't even make myself feel 30. What hope is there for me??