this delicate little flower can produce insane amounts of barf. and this is not your typical post-feed little burpy spit-up; we're talking projectile, exorcist level kind of stuff, like on aliens when bishop's chest is pierced by the queen alien's tail and from his mouth spews forth this milky-colored android bodily fluid into orbit. ya, like that. today she managed to drench not only me, but fox, gunther, the rug, my slippers and the couch. it was indeed ugly, but more importantly, or unfortunately, it was stinky. our sofa smells like something crawled inside the cushions and died. we're done entertaining for a while.
and the look on her poor little face after she's purged... it's as if to say, sweet holy moses, what was that?? i'm so sorry, honeygirl. i guess you don't like barbeque pop chips as much as i do.