so this post wasn't going to be about vomit. i wrote the majority and was going to post it when I got to work, but then IT happened. let's tarantino this.
the weekend was full of friends family and booze. 'Merica bar crawls, brunch, and the best food I've ever eaten.
^chocolate hazelnut crepes with caramelized strawberries. i did not stuff my face with these and then lick the plate. promise..
i even got to enjoy the engagement dinner of my very best.
and Sunday I even ran and did a Pinterest workout!
then it happened. my dog turned into straight Linda Blair from the Exorcist.
he proceeds to rest his chin on my shoulder and vomit. all. over. so I reacted quick and pushed him back while trying not to kill myself and the rest of the people on the busy Monday morning roads. still vomiting, he falls in between the seat of my backseat and front seat and panics which causes him to vomit more.
at this point my car looks like this.