I slept 10 hours last night. Like a boss. Still felt like ive barely closed my eyes when i woke up but dont go pulling that shit on me body, you know you are feeling A OK.
Tonight heading up George way for what was supposed to be dinner but after cancellation is now CIVIL WAR. Not sad about those new plans. Double whammy on movie i REALLY want to see but also movie. Not drinking. Not talking. Not doing anything but curling up next to G and eat popcorn,
Havent showed you my awesome gift for the nerd trio yet. After hearing them talk about matching tattoos after the whole fortune cookie thing i thought it best to make it into somethig a tad less…permanent.
So I custom ordered these key rings with tiny fortune cookies and the messages weall got on the night. So now I have to walk around with a message saying ‘you will take on fresh vitality for the next weeks (had to cut down my message because not enough letters). Not the coolest of messages and SO MUCH vitality for the rest of my life.
On the other hand, best memories.
Ending this post with a picture of the exact replica of Ws face every time i bring him drinking. Like ‘WTF mum?!’ Yes, being a dog owned by a drunk white woman is most definitely a nightmare.