Well, Scout did it again. She left one little kibble in her bowl after breakfast. It was there all day until dinner time. That puppy. So polite.
After not eating much of anything on Saturday and sleeping for 14 hours on Saturday night, I woke up hungry on Sunday. So, I went from thinking that no food would ever look appetizing again to being hungry. So, I went for a moderate meal to let my stomach heal and get used to food again. Not! Ha, what a hilariously great idea. Instead, I went for steak nachos. Yep, dove into a plate of chips and steak covered with queso and didn't regret it until the last chip had settled in my stomach. And, then I felt a little bit...well, over zealous, shall we say. Oh well, I thankfully knew better than to drive my car so I won that round at least. I couldn't quite get my balance down on Sunday. Must have been the dayquil/nyquil hangover. I unloaded an entire box of crackers on the counter/floor and threw Scout's ball in the gutter during our game of fetch. I felt just a little weak today which led to a little bit of bitchy at work. I like that.
Have you sent your mother a card for mother's day?
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