We had a lovely lunch today.
Tuna sandwiches and strawberries. And wowwee, did he love those strawberries! He squished & squelched them joyously in his hands, as he munched them down, all the yummy juice smeared deliciously over his lips & fingers
Neither of us much enjoyed the strawberries when he projectile vomited them up on me 20 minutes later though.
But hey, an extra shower in the daytime for us both was kinda refreshing – made me feel a bit luxurious, like I was at a spa. That’s if a spa projectile vomits on you before any treatment, these days. I wouldn’t know. The closest I get to a beauty treatment is when a burst of steam from the dishwasher smacks me in the face. I’ll take what I can get.
He’s napping now.
I’m counting the hairs left on my head.