|Yea. Some one tipped over my honey bucket alright...|
|My dog and I are so sorry, so we baked you some brownies!|
Once the bad day ball got to rolling, it just took off. I'm still trying to catch it. In the wake of this mornings issues which just put me in a shitty frame of mind already, I left my house without my lunch. Normally, this wouldn't be an issue, but it is today. Thankfully, I have packets of cream of wheat at the office, and will not starve. But in all reality I would prefer to go home, and call this day over. These are the days that I miss drinking alcohol the most. I have 3 more days of torture before we can party like it's 2005. Friday Mr. Pigglesworth turns SEVEN.
|He's wacky and cute!|
|It's called the Summit Plummet, and according to him, it was AWESOME!|