Vivian and I shared an incredible bowl of spinach at dinner tonight. I told Vivian, at the end, that I would have to go. She explained she was ok with it outside. Good sport, Viv. So when I came home, I was carrying a sleeping Paco to a different bed (he had fallen asleep in mine) and Steve thought Paco was snoring on me really loudly.
Nope, a Spinach toot. Not so much a toot, but a spinach tooting concerto.
This is a Tarceva side effect. Better toot than throw up. Temodar tonight. So there could be in the future.