Crimmus Cat

We had a very nice Christmas this year. We drove down to Florida to pick up the child and stayed the weekend. Dad and Barb threw a very cool Christmas party, fun was had by all. We got in the car to drive back up to the ATL on Christmas Eve, it was a blur.

Yesterday, we opened our presents at my in-laws and enjoyed much food, atmosphere and libation. As usual, I participated in the festivities a little too much and was overstuffed and uncomfortable during our drive back to the house. Since our week of childless living, some of my bad habits started to resurface. For instance, the occasional swear word seeps out of my lips or I say something that I’m thinking without knowing I’ve said it. (I’ve always called that “uncontrollable diarrhea of the mouth” syndrome) It’s one of my quirks.

Last night, on the ride back to our house I grumbled, “Man, I’m so full I think I’m going to puke!” Of course Salem turned right around and said, “Mommy! You’re going to puke?!” She then proceeded with a dramatization of a series of gags in between the repetition of the word “puke”. This carried on for a few moments when I stepped in to say, “Hey! That’s enough! Mommy should have never said that, it was not nice.” Chuk interjected with a quick “Yeah! We don’t say ‘puke’, we say ‘vomit’!”

With that she replied, “Oh yeah! Like Razzy? Hey! I’m the cat…BLAHHHHH, BLAHHHH!”

As we pulled into the driveway, it was our first night back at home as a family in over a week. This moment will be forever noted with the quote, “I’m the cat! BLAHHHHHHH!”