Tonight, I captured some of the most memorable sunset photos I ever will experience. Not, that it was a remarkably gorgeous sunset with whispy, cotton candy clouds dancing across the setting sky. No, nothing that romantic.. Romantic, doesn't come into mind as I recollect this evening's happenings.
I was asked to help babysit for a while this afternoon. Of course, I had the opportunity to see my favorite two year old and babysit a very cute little baby boy. I also, knew that they were heading into town and I could send my 14 year old with them to go to Gamestop and do the rest of his Christmas gift card shopping. Of course, who likes taking their teenagers shopping? Not me, so I thought I was being pretty smart. Well, I also thought I was quite smart by taking the puppy Yumi, who Lil' Miss adores and loved to pieces at Christmas. I thought, that I would be babysitting the baby boy and Lil Miss would occupy herself with tormenting my baby pup. She did. She had a blast with the puppy. Now, as Lil' Mr. was very fussy and I certainly am out of practice with baby tears, I didn't know what to do. I was glad when everyone arrived back from town and was even bragging about how "Nice it is to have teenage boys." Yeah, I said that.
So, I'm taking the scenic backroad home. Which, most of the roads are backroads home and they are all fairly scenic but I like this road because its gravel and you have a nice view of the landscape of the area. I happened to have my camera in the car, and had intended on potentially doing some photography this afternoon. So, my boy and I load up Yumi and head home, about three miles in the sun is sinking and the puppy is fine, so I pull over and grab the camera and stop to snatch a couple of shots of the sunset. Not to take too long, because I was ready to cook dinner. Not being overly concerned with my passengers, I was looking to get a good shot.
Because there is something deep down inside of us that stops and watches when that celestial orb dips down at the horizon with its glowing embers saying goodnight to our hemisphere. The clouds that turn from blue and white to glowing displays of pink, orange, purples and reds. The last breath of daylight promising warmth as the chill of a cold winter's night sinks in.
The clouds dancing against the horizon in their nightly ceremony. And my radio blaring Gary Allan's new song "Bones," and my Son holding the puppy, in the car eager to be home. He wanted to play his new video game, there are zombies to kill afterall. But, he humors his Mother and knows that the light would soon be gone. And... as I am shooting, something is churning.
"MOM, THE PUPPY JUST PUKED!!!!"... My 14 year old (with the very weak stomach). I am frustrated because I'd finally found the shot that I wanted to get! I run back to the car, find an old sock and hand it to him.. and tell him to cover it up and we'll clean it when we get home. We weren't THAT far from home. So, about ten seconds later I hear gagging... oh. No. So I yell at him to put his head out the window and get out of the car... (and keep shooting, because I'd just got my shot IN FOCUS)!
My Son, puked on the puppy. He vomited the remnants of two chocolate milks. Now, this boy can eat. He eats often, and he eats a lot. Now, I run back to the car to see the damage... he puked all over the puppy. Not... a little bit on the tail or the ear, but a solid coating of teenage boy vomit, on a one pound yorkshire terrier. Oh. My. God. The smell. So, I start laughing. I start laughing until I cry. So, the boy gets out of the car. Takes my heavy coat and, I'm still laughing. Then, I realize... that I will have to DRIVE that car. I stick my head in the door and realize that I would not be driving anywhere. So, what's a girl to do? She calls her Mommy (of course). I call Mom, still laughing - but growing cold in the 30 something degree temps and beg her to rescue me with lysol, rags and trash bags and something to wrap the vomit laden pup in.
The boy... Did I mention that as soon as we all got out of the car the puppy crawled into the backseat and pooped? No? Well she did. To add to the lovely mingling aromas in the vehicle. Tomorrow a serious deep cleaning and febreeze is in store for my little car.
MOMMY! Oh, I'm so glad, I didn't have to drive another nine miles with it as horribly stinky as it was. The mean green cleaner helped, the trash bags helped. The towel to wrap the puppy in. Oh, this is why we all love our Mothers... The photo below is graphic..beware... at least you can't smell it.
A palate cleanser of sorts. Perhaps, had I not stopped to capture the sunset, we'd have made it home slightly less disgusting. Yet, as disgusting as it was, it was funny and I will probably never, ever as long as I live forget this sunset. The puppy is home and clean, she had some tummy ache medicine and is sleeping now. The boy is playing his Christmas games and is recovered. My car, however will need a deeper cleaning tomorrow.