***WARNING***
If you have a sensitive gag-reflex you may want to skip this post.
Earlier today I sat on the couch watching a movie with Curtis cuddled up, oh-so-sweetly, on my lap. I glanced down and noticed that he had drifted off to sleep. I was about to mention to Ian that I didn't think our little boy was feeling well when, lo-and-behold, he jerked awake and began to...how shall I say it? Puke? Ralph? Spew? Hurl? Blow chunks? Well...he began to lose his lunch. And his breakfast. (And perhaps some internal organs...I can't be sure.) I quickly yelled at Ian to grab a towel while I strategically positioned myself between the forthcoming offense and my couch.
That's right...I allowed myself to be completely saturated in unmentionable disgustingness in order to protect my sofa from a defilement it never would have recovered from. A younger version of myself would most likely have run, screaming, in order to be as far away from the mess as possible. But the 37 year-ol Amy knew that a couch covered in that much wretchedness would need to be replaced...and it's just not in the budget for January 2011. If that doesn't demonstrate some frugality and responsibility, I don't know what does.
Hello adulthood...it's nice to meet you.
9 comments:
I don't think I could have done that, actually I know I could not have done that. Impressive, I think...
OH I have done that and I failed. You made the right choice, my friend. I unzipped all those cushion covers and carefully washed them and air dried and even more carefully put them back on. That was after 10 rounds of baking soda/vinegar/ whatever I could think of to get the smell out.
They should try it again now, I am so much wider now, nothing could get past me. I am like a whale.
This is one of the reasons for the slip covers on our furniture, and our little green clean machine.. oiy (how do you spell oiy, I sure say it a lot).
Oh yes another really fun thing about being a grown-up! You should be so proud of yourself...I know I am so very proud of you:-)
Leather my friend- you need leather!
Oh yes...I spent several putrid moments wishing my couches were leather. Ugh.
It's definitely easier to clean yourself off than the couch. Good call. Nice save.
I would definitely sacrifice my body for furniture...brent is too cheap to every let me buy different furniture...and you can't have puke stains...
That's gross. I would have to say I am immature and would have just let it land on the sofa and the headed to RC Willy for a new one. Budget or no budget, that's disgusting. 12 months SAC. That's what I'm talking about.
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