Monday morning Trousers had, I guess, eaten a possum. He'd vomited up a huge chunk in the barn hallway and small chunks everywhere else. I had cleaned up the mess and ran up the steps to our mud room in the middle of those horrible downpours of rain. Down I went. I told the girls at work about it that day and told them we needed some no slip thingies. I've talked about putting some down forever.
Like I said. I didn't look at my elbow when I told them Monday but Chris sure noticed today. He said it was quite gross.
Again. Ouch.
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