So last night steve comes home. The guys that drove him home decided to have a party on the ride back so he staggers into my office pretty drunk. I take him home and go to a town council meeting and then go home. Salmon was on sale at the grocery store so that's what the dogs got for dinner. After I fed them we went over to our neighbours who we like a lot and I drink a bottle of wine and Steve has some baja rosa and a couple more beers. We are both pretty drunk when we get home and I start puking. Have a shower, go to bed and roll over and puke in the trash came. I vaguely remember Nanook coming over and puking next to me. I don't know when I became such a lightweight. lol So I wake up and steve is sitting up with a funny look on his face. He says "You puked all over the wall and the floor..." And I sit up but this was not my puke! I had lovely purple puke from the wine. Then he goes out into the hall. More puke. Kitchen. More puke. Living room. Puke. Puke. Puke. It was projectile vomitting. On the couches, the walls the carpet. We put the dogs out and crawl back into bed and contemplate burning the house down. lol Apparently salmon doesn't sit well with my dogs. Too bad. It was so cheap. The cats can still have it though. So I call work and say I'm going to be late and start pulling up the carpet in the bedroom. We were going to anyway so it was just time. Then we find that we are out of paper towels and cleaners... so we decide to go into town. Left the dogs outside. Our nice neighbour is home and it SHOULD be a short day for me. If not I'll drive home and let them in. I have got a lot of work cut out for me when I get home.