Awoke this morning to find dog vomit in two separate, yet equally distasteful areas, on my pricey silk duvet cover. I love my little Pomeranian/Poodle mix, Wally, to death. But I do not relish cleaning up after him constantly. Dude is 10 years old, you'd think he'd have his movements under control by now. But no, he's been vomiting up a storm lately. The best I can figure is that in my overzealous effort to rid my house of all traces of food after having spotted a little mouse about a month ago, some bleach must have crept into his bag of Nutro hard food. Hence his persistent vomiting over the past week. The nastiness was caked into the duvet cover, and this was after I'd come home last night at 2 a.m. to find similar type vomit on my rug. Alas, I'd had enough Wally vomit to last me a while. I promptly tossed the duvet cover down the garbage chute, stripped the bed, and headed to Bed, Bath and Beyond. I was in a pissy mood already this afternoon when I awoke, having been unable to order Entourage and Six Feet Under on HBO On Demand when I returned home from work last night. WTF is with HBO On Demand this week? I'm dying to see Six Feet Under!! Is Nate dead or what?? Anywho, I was on a linen-buying rampage today and made some lovely purchases. Moreover, my bedroom area had been out of sorts for weeks anyway, as the maintenance men who installed my new bed had put it in the wrong way, so that the headboard was blocking the TV and my dresser. So, having skipped my daily workout, I decided, upon returning home, to do some manual labor and succeeded in turning around my entire bed so that now the headboard is in the correct place and I can once again peacefully watch TV from the comfort of my newly-outfitted bed. And all this without a man to help--ha! Women rock. The above picture is of my new sleeping area/bed, which hopefully will be sans vomit for a while.