Its Friday! Big day. Let's go out and raise some hell!
Not so fast big boy. I had a Wataburger with cheese, mustard, all the way, for lunch today. I usually enjoy this tasty treat. Not today. I feel like crap, and I have since shortly after lunch. Always the trooper, I tried to enjoy a cold adult beverage on the porch with the girls after returning home. I'm embarrassed to admit this...it didn't taste good and its still on the porch, half full (or half empty.) Maybe the can was just twice as big as it needed to be. I'm not in the mood to comment on that whole thing.
So...this fun loving gent will be spending his Friday night parked on the couch waiting for the Grim Reaper to ring the bell. I hope Molly and Tess will bark at the door and buy me some time to fully recover.
Who am I kidding? They'd let him right in and point the Reaper straight to where I keep the "good bones." They are pretty loyal, but they'd sell me out in an instant if it meant they'd get a bone. Damn dogs.
If regular posting doesn't resume in a timely fashion...would someone please notify my next of kin?
Sunday night update: Thanks y'all. I am feeling much better now. It was touch and go there for a while on Friday, but I pulled through with the help two young blonde nursemaids. I even managed to salvage a pretty good weekend. I hope y'all did the same.