Yuck.

So, Matt shared an interesting story at the dinner table tonight.  It is no secret that, excepting the past three days when he has been medicated during flights, he has been throwing up a lot.  Pilot students are responsible for bringing their own puke bags on board...and disposing of them afterwards (might not seem like a lot to remember...).  Well, apparently on his final flight last Friday, that second step slipped his mind and apparently we had two bags of vomit sitting on our coat rack in wax-coated paper bags inside his flight bag all weekend long.  I am *amazed* I did not smell them.

Gross though that is, I am also pleasantly surprised that Matt both discovered and cleaned up the situation himself.  Apparently the vomit had started to eat its way through the bags and soiled his flight gear as well. Back in the day, he would have asked me to take care of this sort of thing, much like he asked me to plunge his clogged and soiled toilet for him a few weeks after we'd started dating.  I am not sure whether this step on his part is due to maturity...or the fact that I am always bringing up the toilet thing, even after 8 years of marriage.  Either way, I love it!