By February 8, 2009

A Rough Start

My flight for California leaves this afternoon. I have always taken the 6AM flight previously; having to plan a mid-day departure has thrown me for a little bit of a loop. I decided to play it safe and go to bed early — about midnight. I watch two episodes of The Big Bang Theory and drifted off to sleep.

Until about 2AM, when I woke up to the combined sound of wet suction and a cough. I knew instantly that it was Porter, and he was throwing up on the floor. I turned on the light and put my glasses on. Sure enough, he had barfed just far enough under the bed so I had to reach to scoop it up. I cleaned it up, kissed him on the top of his head, and went back to sleep.

Until about 6AM, when I woke up to the combined sound of wet suction and a fart. I knew instantly that it was Pearl, and she was laying a nice shit on the floor. I didn’t even have to turn on the light, the smell was overpowering. Light on, glass on, gloves on, heavy, heavy dose of Oust! air freshener, done. I heard Pearl’s stomach grumbling the whole time, and she looked terrified. Porter and Rosie looked pretty freaked out, too. I am sure they expected me to issue at least one beating. I am too old and was too tired, and I felt bad for little Pearl. I patted her on top of the head and we all jumped back into bed. I listened to Pearl’s stomach churn for about fifteen minutes before I could finally go back to sleep.

My alarm went off at 8AM, and I’ve been busy ever since. I have a few more things to do before I leave, but I am cooling off from P90 and thought I’d post while I am at it. Hopefully it’s all down hill from here.

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  1. Starbuck says:

    I hope you are having a better day and that you arrive safely in CA.