Tree has a kitty cold. He is sniffling and sneezing and snorting all over the place. It would almost be cute if it wasn't so pathetic and sad.
Okay, maybe it's a little cute. Adorable. But mostly pathetic.
He got snot all over my comforter. And this is why I haven't gotten a new one yet.
He said no pictures.
But he is not the only one feeling a little off. Me? Well I was really hungover, and I am tired.
I really didn't intend to be hungover. Well, I guess no one ever intends to be hungover, but when I woke up I just felt like absolute shit, and I really couldn't figure out why. I hadn't had that much to drink, although it had been all sugary...margaritas, and ill-advised Fanta.
And then someone reminded me, that around 2 or 3 in the morning, just before bed, the birthday girl stomped her feed and demanded birthday tequila shots. Her poor husband looked so broken and forlorn, begged not to, but I took mine willingly, and yet I was the one who was dead this morning.
Luckily, all I had to do was eat pizza, watch a movie, go have lunch with my parents (salad), come home, lay in bed, be lazy, and my hangover went away.
Life is good.
But not for poor Tree.