Doesn't that title just want to make you read more?
So the dog must've eaten something disgusting outside. Because when he came in, he vomited all over the floor. Of course I was on the telephone with my dad.
My husband came out of his home office to see what just happened. What he saw was the dog trying to eat his vomit.
That made my husband almost vomit.
I had to act quick. I shoved both of those boys out the door.
Then I got the big Shamwow out. (Yes, my husband got me one of those one Christmas as a joke. It's come in handy on quite a few occasions.) While still on the phone, I cleaned up that mess. I tried to run it down the garbage disposal, but apparently there were big chunks of something in it. The garbage disposal made a horrible racket.
"What is going on over there?" my dad asked.
"Oh, nothing. The dog just threw up, and I'm cleaning the mess."
I knew I had to clean out that garbage disposal. So I searched the house for a pair of latex gloves. (I was not going to shove my hand into a pile of bile!)
I cleaned that digusting thing. Then I washed my hands. All clean. And all done while I was on the telephone.
Am I good or what?