My luck with all things grotesque continues.
I'm not the only one who wakes up all blurry-eyed and incoherent, right?
I'm not the only one who was barbarously and abruptly jerked out of incoherency by stepping in a pile of vomited hairball am I? Oh? I am?
My darling little poofy kitty only has this problem three or four times per year, which is not bad considering she is a fuzzbucket. And not bad considering I've never stepped in it before. And not bad considering there are usually not three piles and I usually am not late to work because of clean-up and I usually don't VIM*...
Sick. Sick. SICK!
*Vomit in mouth