After school yesterday, I notified my principle I had to leave right away to take my puppy to the vet. No emergency...he just needed to get his shots, and I didn't have an appointment. I walk out to my truck to get the two car seats out that I borrowed for my nieces from two teachers. Hmmm....where are my keys? Yeah, that's right...locked in the front seat of the truck. I have a 5th grade boy break into the back window with a screwdriver, and I am on my way to Lubbock. I am almost to the vet, and my friend Jo called to see if I can swing by her house later to fill out a reference form for her. Major gets his shots, and the doctor does a skin scrape of the side of his face. Mites. Gross. $88 later, we are out of the clinic.
On my way to Jo's, I turn around to check out where that smell was coming from. Yep, Major puked all over the back seat of my car. (by this point, I had switched vehicles with Michael because I simply hate his crappy truck) I immediately start gagging and make it to Jo's house. She kindly gives me paper towels and Clorox wipes. I started to clean up Major's puke while I proceed to throw up all over Jo's carport. Awesome. I finish up cleaning the car and ask Jo if she has a water hose to wash my puke off the cement. Embarrassed for me yet? Thought so. She has a water hose, but it is in her outdoor storage closet. I drag the hose out, clean the carport off, and I am on my way.
I get home and Major makes 2 neat piles of puke on the living room carpet. I left it for Michael to clean up after he get home :) So how was your Monday?