Fun for the whole family

First conscious thought today:

"Did I forget to wear pants this morning?"

The fact that I got up and drove the hour home but didn't have this thought until noon, after I'd showered and changed my clothes, may give you an idea of my state of mind today.  Quite plainly, I'm exhausted.

E.X.H.A.U.S.T.E.D.

It's been a long frickin' four days.  Or five.  I don't quite remember.

Dan, the dogs, and I drove down to his parent's house for the weekend to hang with Dan's brother and his (relatively) new wife, whom neither one of us had gotten to meet before.  They were in England for several years (his wife was there starting at birth but I'm not counting that) and just got back to the U.S. of A at the beginning of the year and decided to settle in Texas.  So having them come to NY was kind of a big deal.

SO.  We all stayed at Falcon Crest (Carrington Mansion?  Southfork?) together, ate drank and were merry together, and as it turns out, my old ass is no longer cut out for 4 (5?) days of booze.

Sad, right?

I know.

How I've spent the past four days...

By day 2, I was ready to spend the day in my jammies, eating soup and watching Murder, She Wrote.

Instead, I was doing this:

Then Sunday happened:

Then for some freaking reason that NO one could understand, it was MONDAY... and THIS happened:

And that's when I realized that maybe I should stop drinking for a day or so.

*cough*

So I spent yesterday like this:

And then?

Something bad happened.

My little Pomeranian, my Javi Bear,  has seizures.  Usually they're fairly quick... it's caused by hypoglycemia, which is really common in pommies, and if I give him some peanut butter or corn syrup, he comes out of it more quickly.

But nothing worked yesterday.

He seized repeatedly until about 6:00 this morning, which is when we got up and came home.

In other words, I didn't sleep a wink last night because I was so worried about my little dog.

He had his last episode at around 7 this morning in the car on the way home, and has been sleeping ever since.

But that's how it came to be that I honestly have no idea if I came home with pants on or not.

I got home, threw my clothes off, fell face down in the bed and slept for 2 hours.

I got up, took a shower, made some lunch, and that is the moment that I had my first honest to goodness complete thought of the day:

"Did I forget to wear pants this morning?"

See?  It does happen...