Today was the 449's trip from its home in PA to its new home in NC. Me and the lovely wife and the Husky and our Golded Retriever (Brody) and our 9 year old Papilion (Gizmo) all packed up in the Jeep headed South after a wonderful couple of days with family, friends and a new bike!!! About 10 miles into the journey, the lovely wife informs me that the Papilion tore into the "Easter Feast" trash bag at Mom's house last night. The subsequent conversation went something like this: Me: "What was in the bag?" Her: "All the trash from dinner last night" Me: "No biggie... there were no food scraps in there... right???" Her: LONG Pause. The first projectile vomit occurred about 2 hours into the trip. All over me. The second projectile vomit occurred about 3 hours into the trip. On my lap. The third projectile vomit occurred about 5 hours into the trip. On HER lap. Always look on the bright side... the smell in the Jeep for 7 hours reminded me of how wonderful last night's dinner smelled on the serving table....
EXACTLY what I was thinking!!!... after the first explosion. I thought: "That had to be all of it"... No.
YUCK!!! I was on the phone with my wife while reading this ordering a sub for supper now .....I need to read about something a little cleaner. Hey at least it wasn't Brody or a problem with the new bike.