Zach's friend and his friend's girlfriend stopped by to get Zach...they are on their way to get their tuxedos, since prom is this weekend.
I went out to see if Zach needed any money (because I don't like him to drive around with no cash. It's a mom thing, I guess). Mojo sneaked out the door with me and then proceeded to
THROW UP ON HER SHOE.
That's right -- Mojo just threw up on the shoe of a teenage girl who has never been to our house before. Way to be welcoming, Moj.
She was very cool about it, though. Apparently she has pets and thus understands their tendencies toward this sort of thing.
I am really happy she wasn't wearing sandals...