**Warning! This post is a little on the gross side!**
Per usual, yesterday afternoon when I got home from work I laid down for my afternoon nap. Sloopy, my dog, usually joins me but because it was thundering outside she was freaking out and wasn't in bed. So, I got up to go get her and when I did I noticed there was dog vomit on the bed beside me. And a lot of it (my dog is only 11 pounds - how did she have that much in her stomach?). As I'm stripping the bed apartment and dragging it into the laundry room, I see that she has thrown up in three more places in the living/dining room. Seriously Sloopy?
I find the dog and put her into her crate. While it looks like the vomiting started shortly after she had breakfast (I mean, it barely looked chewed), I didn't want to take my chances.
I start the water in the washing machine and beginning wrestling the comforter into it. Now, I swear I have washed it before, but king sized comforter versus regular size washing machine...well, you do the math. As I'm smashing it in there, I begin to hear water outside of the washing machine. OH MY GOD!!! I'm flipping every damn switch on the washing machine and couldn't figure out how to turn it off. Finally, after what seems like an eternity, I turn it off, but of course it's too late and the entire floor of the laundry room now has standing water in it. Awesome. I went to the basement to get the mop and there was water dripping in from the laundry room into the basement. Double awesome.
And did I mention that I'm on my own this week? Dave is in San Francisco for work.
I called Dave in a panic. WHATDOIDO?? WHATDOIDO?? WHATDOIDO?? Being that he's 3000 miles across the country, he wasn't much help. I called my mom. I called my dad. I found every spare towel we had in the house and started mopping up the mess. My dad agreed to come over after work and help me move the washing machine so I could dry behind it and he also checked out the basement to make sure I hadn't done some damage.
I did get the comforter washed in the machine, but when I took it out, it still had crusty puke on it. At this point, I lost it. I was screaming like a mad woman and saying a few choice words. But, I got creative and washed that comforter in my bathtub like an Amish person. Rubbing it. Scrubbing it. Ringing it out as best I could. Three and a half hours later in the dryer, it was finally dry. Well, sort of dry. It was a little damp when I put it on the bed.
Needless to say....I had a drink yesterday. :)