My "vomit free since December 1996"-streak nearly came to an abrupt halt tonight.
The idiots in the basement spilled their bong water, sopped it up with a towel, threw the soaking wet towel in the hamper, and put a bunch more stuff on top. Presumably a couple of days ago.
So, I'm down there sorting laundry, and start pulling out a some slightly damp towels and tees, and my nostrils are assaulted by this fetid odour. Once I actually got to the towel in question, I started gagging and retching so hard that I woke up Adopted Son in the next room.
Did I mention they're moving? On January 1st? Did I mention that January 1st cannot possibly come soon enough?
And silly me, for just a tiny moment, was starting to feel a little verklempt about my baby moving out.