One of which happens to be lactose intolerant and Laz had made home-made eggnog for the Kidlet's special "going-on-18-going-on-3" second Xmas not spent in Alabama with her mom and all the kinfolk.
Whether it was the excited ripping open of half the presents under the tree at midnight (it's Christmas, and I don't know why ya'll insisted on waiting because it's not like your Christians or anything), the Bourbon or the whole milk left in the eggnog bowl; but half of the couch pillows and throw-blankets in the front room, the bathroom rug, and our bedroom quilt were covered with this smelly sticky green goo by 4am in the morning.
Eres - my cat, of course, so I can't foist this off on anyone else - is finally sleeping on a towel in the bathroom by the litterbox, no longer expelling, so I'm pretty sure she's okay - she's clean and just finished off about half a cup of filtered water and a quarter can of her favorite nasty-ass-smelling soft food in gravy as a treat.
I'm the only human up after the party broke up at 1am. Because after the sound of opening day at the racetrack half-woke me at 4am, followed by alarmed squeek, a thud (on the bed), a squirt sound, and a nasty stench. After 4 hours, I've just finished the last load of "Xmas morning laundry" and the Nature's Miracle has taken care of the couch, the cat tree, the trails on the carpet and the bathroom floor.
Let's hope that's the worst of the day - but I'm sure I'm going to have to go out again - to Walgreens in two/three hours or so when everyone else gets up and finds out there are only two eggs left - someone should have told me how many eggs he was going to use in the eggnog last night.
Bah Humbug
Haele
Happy Holidays to everyone from Eres and Kali (our First Xmas!), and may this be the worst of it this year.