I woke up, sat up and looked around one morning. There was this suspicious brown little pile on the carpet. I poked Scott and said, "Darling, what the hell is that?" He got up, wandered over, and said, "uh, it's cat vomit."
"Thought so," said I, "can you clean it up please?"
"Okay, Darling, whatever you say," cue: big sigh!

LMAO!