Lovely, I know. Poor little Megan ralphed all over herself, me, and the kitchen floor seconds before we were expecting hubby home on Friday after work.
Normally when he comes home on Fridays, we all meet him and cheer, "It's the weekend!!!" This Friday, I said, "You get her. I'll get me. Then we'll get the floor."
Not really a bright spot, but kinda funny.
At least now, anyways.