To not let the euphoria go to our heads, Barak decided to become stomach sick. This morning Yoram walked out half asleep into the living room to get the newspaper and suddenly slipped into a pile of shit. It was not only one pile, but faeces in all different forms spread all over the floor, including the rug. Yoram cleaned it before I awoke, to my great appreciation. Around lunch we had agreed with the kids mother to come and take the dogs out to pee and poo, but in addition to that she also had to clean poo from the floor - again. When we came home in the evening, he had not pooed, but instead puked on several places. Now he is empty, and he will stay that way until he possibly gets over-cooked rice tomorrow...
Gott Nytt År!
1 week ago
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