Hoo-LUH

I spotted a pool of someting under the coffee table on the hardwood floor.  It's clear-ish, and looks like it has something floating in it, maybe partially digested food, maybe hairballs...Hoo-LUH (me gagging).   As Matt's walks in the room I say, "Eeeew, what is that??"  I know it's cat barf, I just don't want to clean it up.  Matt takes a closer look, says "It's cat puke," goes and grabs the paper towels, and cleans it up.  My husband knows that I will absolutely clean up pet vomit and/or poop, and kill the spiders, or million leggers on the loose in our house, but because I REALLY hate doing it, he always takes care of it when he's home.  One of the many reasons he's a keeper.