I almost wrote a post about how I was at the gym and my son called me to report that our dog Roxie (that's her over there) had puked -- but then I decided that was too gross, even for me.I will tell you, however, that the conversation ended like this:
Son: "We don't know if she ate it, but the next time we looked, it was just gone." (maniacal 11-year-old-laughter)
Me: Silence
Son: "At least she saved us from having to look at it."
I'm so very sorry about this post. Please try to erase it from your mind. Except for the dog pic, because you have to admit -- it is pretty flippin' cute . . .
