Thanks for the reminders (1) to adjust my time on MT and (2) never to get a dog. Ewwww - I would be adding to the puke if I had to clean up such stuff. I love animals but not thaaaat much.

That squishy feeling of warm chunky goo that makes a simple trip to the bathroom in the middle of the night an exercise in floor and carpet cleaning methodology....oooh, oooh baby, ooooh.

Closely following in the list of nighttime adventures to remember is the eye-opening experience of having a child wake you up to tell you that he doesn't feel so good after which he throws up on the floor, the side of your bed, your covers and in that little extra that gets the adrenaline going, you.

Did you say something about a time change?

Or having said child tell you she has a tummy ache just as she's about to hurl and your only reaction is to cup your hands (???) and try to catch it! WTF? and then carry it to the bathroom. What the hell kind of anal retentive mother did I have that that would be my first reaction? Oh what a night!

Sorry to hear of your misadventures in the night and that you didn't get to use your extra hour for sleeping, Bill. :)

bill, I'm just wondering if peanut butter and beano have anything to do with this barfology. Just sayin'

oh sure, liz. blame me. lol.

So what time did the cable company move the clock back?

I'm going on record and admitting that dog puke is waaaaaay worse that kitty hairballs.