Note to self

Do not — I repeat: Do NOT — run through the house with a vomiting dog in your out-stretched arms.

The consequences of such acts should be obvious.

However, you may forgive yourself this once. After all, it was, 2 a.m. and dark and you just were trying to protect the silk duvet cover.

But still. You're a smart girl with really good spacial sense, and you have know about the splatter patterns of flying vomit ever since you were 8 and enjoyed that spinning barrel ride at Six Flags in Georgia. You should've seen it coming.