I know!  Right?  How is that possible?

This time, however, the children were spared.  It was Artie who was sick.  You know that saying, “sick as a dog”?  Well, I n0w have a very very graphic idea of what, exactly, that means and let me tell you, it ain’t purdy.

Kevin BBQ’d last night and I guess he left some nice drippings under the Q because the girls said they say Artie eating the charcoal dust/drippings.  And if any of you have ever had a dog, you are probably well aware of the fact that eating charcoal = massive vomiting.  Of course, Artie waited until 3am to start ’cause waking up to dog puke is only fun in the wee hours of the morning.  Our carpet is dotted with soapy wet spots this morning and I shudder to think what is lurking outside.  Lets just say, Artie was tossing his charcoal cookies from 3am to 6am.  Now he is crashed out next to me and seems fine.  Kevin and I, however, are still trying to recover.

June, you horrid month, die already!