Oh yuck

Last night, Widget threw up. Probably a combination of too much heat, to much excitement and too much dinner. Luckily for me, Wiley was the one who got vomited on.

This morning, he asked me to do the laundry - washing the stuff she'd been wearing, and the cloths he'd used to clean it up. It smelled bad, but was definitely better than being the shower of puke recipient. So, I did the laundry, no big deal. I just went down to move it from the washer to the dryer.

There were chucks of half digested raisins sitting at the bottom of the washing machine.

I think it's time for someone to call in the stunt duck.