Ay Caramba....

Owen just threw up....like projectile vomitting...all over himself...me...the carpet...the comforter...Poor little guy...who knows why...he is now naked, happy as can be, playing in the playroom...

Meanwhile...I have the comforter soaking, the carpet full of detergent, vomit in my hair...and the forgotten yams in the oven exploded...

How's your morning going?

Apparently I posted the above too soon...as I was taking Owen out to the front yard, a bird flew into the house. Of course, Pookie couldn't resist and got the bird before I did. I managed to set the bird free, but not before feathers flew all over the place.

"Peeep"