Hooray! I can't believe it! I mean, I hoped it would happen, and it did. Thank jebusallahbuddah!
We were going to our friends house, and I made cupcakes. But the minute we pulled into their driveway, I realized the cupcakes where at home, on a chair, where I put them to tie my shoes. Hey, at least I remembered the baby! So Michael went back home, and found no cupcakes. I called Emergency Vets, and was told to make them throw up. He came back to friends house, picked me up, and went back home. We made the dogs throw up. Siris didn't vomit, but Cleo did. She ate them all. At least, I'm 99% sure she did. I blamed Siris, and it was Cleo that ate them all.
Anyway. How do I get chocolate frosting out of my nice, freshly steamed cleaned carpet??
2 comments:
Oh no, that does not sound like a fun mess to clean up.
So. Not. Fun.
I'm not allowed to make cupcakes anymore. :)
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