Confession:
I have a horrible real-life, recurring fear of RE-running over dead animals in the road.
See road kill.
Swerve to avoid.
Consider the horrific possibility of re-squishing/crunching dead animal.
See in vivid detail blood and guts smooshing on tires and underside of car.
Imagine the feel of the crunch of poor little dead mammal under tires.
Experience grand-maul shudder. Goose bumps cover entire body.
Gag repeatedly.
Almost throw-up.
Recover.
I had a close call with a dead armadillo tonight.
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So, I'm guessing the thought of me stepping on that live frog in the hallway of the school must have really done a number on you... :)
BTW they finally cleaned him, guts and all. Haven't checked my sneakers though.
L.
Tammi!!! You just described the way I feel every time you let your baby boys drool all over my house! Nice to know I'm not the only one in the family with a weak tummy. LOL
aunt dee --
I'm assuming then that you would NOT be interested in hearing the story about Tyler blasting the wall with yellow baby poop when I had him on the changing table yesterday??
Drool - hah! The least of my bodily function worries!
I feel exactly the same way...grand maul shudder and all...I can't stand the thought of it....
and also grown man spit. Baby drool is one thing. But grown-man spit sends me wretching...
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