All hands below deck, sailor I'm depressed today. Hubby just came crawling out of the bedroom and started puking in the bathroom sink. Why the sink? I don't know. The toilet is right there, people! I went to ask him if he was okay, and he said he puked all over the bedroom. Those are his exact words: "all over". I have not yet gone in to survey the blast zone, but I will have to before long. That's where the diapers are. I hope I do not step in anything. I am depressed because I am going to have to clean it up. I know this deep in my bones. I am also depressed because there are a good many deadly diseases going around town, and I will now be terrified that Juniper is going to catch whatever it is. |