Ewww gross!

Ok, so I still have to write about my marvelous birthday and the accompanying loot. Also, I plan to document for posterity the not so many projects of late.

But first! Chris has been planning on fixing the leveling of the house by the back door for sometime now because it sticks… sometimes. It depends on the humidity, I think. Anyways, he asked me stand out on the deck yesterday evening and tell him when I thought the door frame “looked” level. I inquired as to whether I should I actually get out the real level and check for real but he just wanted me to “eyeball it”. So, the diligent wife that I am, I walked over to the back door and proceeded to put on his shoes because mine were all the way over at the front door… mmm, about 20 feet, maybe. (Chris was already outside.) So, one foot goes into the croc flip-flop just fine but I found a very unpleasant surprise when I put my other foot in the other flip-flop. This is the “eww gross” part. I put my foot in cat vomit. The cat had so obligingly thrown up in Chris’s shoe rather than say… on the bed or the carpet or the couch. Yay, no fabric clean up. Gross, had to hop outside and beg Chris to get the hose to wash my foot and the shoe.

He only laughed a little bit while I gagged over the railing but heroically managed to hold on to dinner.