I have always been pretty impartial to peanut butter. But as of Thursday, I no longer like it at all...
It began when I decided to have a little snack before heading to the gym. I didn't want to get hungry there (because it was about dinner time) and I also didn't want to have eaten a full meal. So I just made a slice of bread with peanut butter. Then, I went outside to play with the dog. You know, gotta love the dog before you go out or she gets all whiney.
Well, very soon after being out there and running around, I felt the peanut butter was coming back up. So I ran and made it to the garden. Phew. Out came some peanut butter sandwich in a rather violent motion. The dog thought this was great and got down there to lick it up. That is gross enough. But, unfortunately another 'incidence' of peanut butter was on it's way out to land in the same location... which now was right on top of the dog. Yes, I threw up on my puppy!!
I was too repulsed that I couldn't clean it off her then... so I left it. I'm so disgusting! I went to the gym, and on the way I called Josh and told him the story. After laughing hysterically, he reminded me of how repulsive I was for not bathing her straight away. Don't judge! I couldn't do it!!! I felt fine at the gym... after all I was just doing yoga...
Once I came home, I was less repulsed and ready to wash the dog. So I got out the hose, gave her a spray, and got rid of at least most of it.
She got a real bath today. I had to wait for Josh to come home. Poor thing (yes, both of them)....