Hazel, Papa and Honey's Weimeriener, yacked the entire contents of her stomach on the kitchen floor earlier... must've been the bologna bits...it just didn't agree, i presume. So The Queen and i, accustomed to such
Next episode begins a bit later...we are just finishing up a savory little breakfast of omelettes stuffed with chopped onions, bacon, garlic, artichokes, and lots of melty cheese....mmmmmm now THAT'S how to start a day at the Zoo! From the main floor bathroom emits a quiet yet plaintive..."Mamaaaa..." it was P2. The Queen, finished with her's goes to her aid, i'm still working on my succulent egg bag o' cheese in the skillet when The Queen emerges from said room daintily holding a pair of...pink panties with little yellow flowers and...well...fertilizer. But...strangely... it... was... dry...ewwww. Apparently, sometime in the night, the shadowy shart found a...eww. So at the sink she begins that time trodden process in which all mother's have endeavored.
I finish up the epicurean morning delights and have some leftover ingredients...mostly chopped garlic which i crowd the sink with The Queen to dispose of what i had...and she...in her eloquence..."This poor sink, nothing like a little garlic, and puke, and 3 year old poop to start your day."
Ahh...a healthy dose of bleach...it'll be good as new.