So, many of you have probably have seen the commercials for the new show, the marriage ref. It looks funny, but when I first saw the commercial, I thought “oh please, how can you disagree enough that you’d want to put your disagreement in front of America? How old are we here people? Well, I thought that until yesterday. Now, I’m not so sure. The story goes as follows…
The kids and I came home from church yesterday while Landon had to stay a little late. I was getting some lunch for us when I looked outside and saw that our dog had his collar stuck in her mouth. (Background on the dog and the collar. I don’t spend a whole lot of quality or non-quality time with our dog. I got Landon the dog for Christmas as a surprise and with the understanding that I wouldn’t have to pick up poop, feed, walk or do much with her. I don’t consider myself a dog person, although I have to admit, I’m starting to warm up to her. The collar is new and is a little big. I has gotten caught a couple of times in her mouth and Landon has told me that this can be potentially dangerous if it stays like that for very long.)
So, after seeing the collar was in her mouth, the wonderful, caring person that I am, I went and took the collar off of the dog. I was totally grossed out to discover that there was dog vomit on the collar. I tried to keep my gag reflex at bay while I took it out to the garage while I waited for Landon to come home and “deal with it.”
My sweetheart found the soiled collar in the garage when he came home a little while later. He asked what happened and why the collar was yuckified and I told him. I was busy getting Averie down for a nap, so I didn’t really pay attention what he did with it after that. After laying Averie down, I came back from the kitchen to find the collar IN THE KITCHEN SINK!!!! Yes, you read it right, Landon put the throw-up collar in the same place that I wash my vegetables, get a drink of water, stack my dishes etc. Even now, sitting in my kitchen looking at my forever marred kitchen sink, I’m totally grossed out. Of course, I totally freaked out, high pitched squealing included. Landon didn’t think it was any big deal. I, of course, told him otherwise. Then I proceeded to tell him that if we were on the marriage ref show, he would totally loose. I certainly don’t need Jerry Seinfeld to tell me that said vomit-collar doesn’t belong anywhere near the kitchen sink. But apparently, Landon does.
The kids and I came home from church yesterday while Landon had to stay a little late. I was getting some lunch for us when I looked outside and saw that our dog had his collar stuck in her mouth. (Background on the dog and the collar. I don’t spend a whole lot of quality or non-quality time with our dog. I got Landon the dog for Christmas as a surprise and with the understanding that I wouldn’t have to pick up poop, feed, walk or do much with her. I don’t consider myself a dog person, although I have to admit, I’m starting to warm up to her. The collar is new and is a little big. I has gotten caught a couple of times in her mouth and Landon has told me that this can be potentially dangerous if it stays like that for very long.)
So, after seeing the collar was in her mouth, the wonderful, caring person that I am, I went and took the collar off of the dog. I was totally grossed out to discover that there was dog vomit on the collar. I tried to keep my gag reflex at bay while I took it out to the garage while I waited for Landon to come home and “deal with it.”
My sweetheart found the soiled collar in the garage when he came home a little while later. He asked what happened and why the collar was yuckified and I told him. I was busy getting Averie down for a nap, so I didn’t really pay attention what he did with it after that. After laying Averie down, I came back from the kitchen to find the collar IN THE KITCHEN SINK!!!! Yes, you read it right, Landon put the throw-up collar in the same place that I wash my vegetables, get a drink of water, stack my dishes etc. Even now, sitting in my kitchen looking at my forever marred kitchen sink, I’m totally grossed out. Of course, I totally freaked out, high pitched squealing included. Landon didn’t think it was any big deal. I, of course, told him otherwise. Then I proceeded to tell him that if we were on the marriage ref show, he would totally loose. I certainly don’t need Jerry Seinfeld to tell me that said vomit-collar doesn’t belong anywhere near the kitchen sink. But apparently, Landon does.
