azurelunatic | Victims of Leftover Roadkill

Attempting to clear off the spare bed in my room for

marxdarx because Votania and Nephew are sprawled out all over her bed in such a way that Marx has no real room to sleep in there. So he and I commenced to clearing off the spare bed in my room.

Well, right in the middle of that, Adam came busting into the room rather fast with cheeks bulged out in the classic fashion. Apparently he had been unkind to his digestive system yesterday, and today attempted to help clean out the refrigerator by eating some of Votania's three-cheese pasta salad.

Don't get me wrong here. The three-cheese pasta salad is delightful stuff, absolutely wonderful, and I could eat it happily every two weeks or so. Unfortunately, this particular instance of the cheesy creamy pasta delight was not, after the evening it was made for dinner for, stored properly in Tupperware in the fridge, but instead stuck whole-bowl into the fridge without so much as a plastic wrap cover on top.

Adam is now suffering, and blowing chunks off and on. Poor guy. Marx is now happily settled into the spare bed, well on his way to being out cold. I have unearthed some spare notebook paper, which is a bonus, since I will be needing this for classes. Strike an item off my shopping list. Adam's sitting in the living room with the computer and a trash can near to hand in case he doesn't make it to the bathroom. Poor Adam.

Perhaps the Human Garbage Disposal will learn his lesson?