Sexuary

Did anyone particpate in Sexuary?  Pop over to www.welcometomybrain.net for more info if you aren't familiar with it. 

I was cooking hamburgers and baked beans for dinner the other night when Princess started screaming the dog had just thrown up on her bed.  I went to investigate and yup, barf all over the bed that was just completely washed from BFF wetting it.

I sent Princess outside with the dog so it didn't get ground into the bedding more and set out to clean it up.  Even though I had burgers and beans cooking on the stove.

So, I'm scooping up dog puke into a plastic bag, spraying bedding with Hot Shot in hopes of not having to rewash it and trying to hurry all of this along so dinner doesn't burn and Hubster comes in to the room.

The conversation went something like this:

Hubster:  Is Princess outside?

Me:  Yeah, I sent her and Ellie out so I they don't track puke all over the house.

Hubster:  Oh, good.  I just wanted to remind you that it's still Sexuary....

Me:  You realize I'm holding dog barf right now right?

Hubster:  Yeah. So?

Me:  Well, can we talk about Sexuary when I'm not cleaning dog puke in the middle of cooking dinner?

Him:  Okay.  I just thought it was a good time to talk since Princess is outside.

I wasn't feeling the timing as much as he was, but glad he finds me attractive even when I'm cleaning vomit.