Oh woe is me. I got drunk as a skunk last night and I don’t even get to wake up to a cat at my feet.
I was surprised too, Ralph. I can safely say that I haven’t been that drunk in… years. Years. It’s also the only time some poor fool has picked up our $160 tab. Aaaahaha.
This weekend was an excellent idea, but it is definitely lacking some animals. (Although we did see a FRIGGING BEAR last night.) Good thing I had a photo shoot with our zoo before leaving.
Speaking of Waldo, he’s our dog now. Stew’s dog, I guess. Our dog, yes.
I hesitate to call him mine because two things that are mine don’t quite approve…
So I have to choose my words wisely. Because Ralph and Weaz read this. Obviously. And how could I betray this little face?
We’re off to do nothiiiiiing. I’m not even hungover! Best.night.ever.