Happy birthday Jon. Sorry about the absinthe. And the wine. The Wild Turkey. The jalapeno margarita. The bacon Old Fashioned. The weird Nutella shot. The amaretto. Several beers…
I underestimated how far away I should be when I used a fire extinguisher for the first time. At least I know for next time. Knowing my luck there will definitely be a next time.
The smoking lawnmower gets worse.
It almost seems like she didn’t want to get woken up. Like she was in the middle of a fantastic dream.
Mew sleeping again. It’ll probably be a weird dreams again based on the last couple of them she had. (here and here)