Man, I hope this isn't turning into a theme

Remember Pee Wee's Playhouse? Remember the secret word?

My life has a secret word. This week that secret word is vomit.

I'm either cleaning it up, sitting in it, stepping in it, or somebody's doing it (the puke plague has so far claimed two cats and two peoples and I am not one of the peoples).

As hardcore and not easily grossed out as I am, I gotta say, I'm pretty tired of the vomit.

I'm ready to move on to the next disgusting atrocity in my life.

Yeah, I think iTunes has a sense of humor playing this song just as I'm finishing up.