Monday I decided that, in addition to the other items we would bring to DJ, we would bring a cat toy from the girls. Dawg and I selected the toy — a Cosmic catnip laced ball — and I set it on the counter to bring with us. I went to the bedroom to finish getting ready to go and heard a rustling sound. I came back to the kitchen, expecting Dawg to be trying to remove the ball from its package, but instead found Twitter on the floor trying to get the ball she had pulled from the counter out of the package by biting and kicking it. I was horrified that Twitter had touched the ball, but then realized that it’s from the girls, with love, to DJ so it’s actually much more fitting that one of them would break in the toy for him.

So that we could sleep through the night, Dawg and I did a Nyquil shot at bedtime. We never do that, but last night it seemed kinda necessary. I had fought smoking a cigarette all day, but as soon as we discussed the Nyquil shot I didn’t hesitate in going through with that.

And then I woke up at 8:30am on Tuesday, groggy as all hell, fed the girls, vegged in front of the TV in such a haze that Dawg kept asking me if I was ok, ate lunch at right before noon, then went back to bed until almost 6:00pm. Lesson: Nyquil knocks you the fuck out.

We’re going to Vermont for a few days to visit friends. Back in January during the crazy freak snowstorm I cancelled my visits to any friends and only saw family, since driving anywhere took two to three times longer in order to get places safely, eating up all the time to visit friends. Blah blah blah why am I explaining myself I am an adult and if I wanna see just my friends that’s my prerogative BobbyBROWN k bai. So Dawg will drive us to Cracker Barrel, we will eat and then pay with the gift card Allie gave him for Kitty Dawggy Day, then I will take over driving the rest of the way to Break Boy and Knitting Girl’s house. We’re throwing in a trip to see my brother but otherwise we’re gonna chill with friends, including some people I haven’t seen since high school who I actually want to see. Dawg‘s just tagging along and doing whatever I tell him we’re doing next. He’s such a good doobie, as his mom says. That means he does what his lady tells him to do and that pleases her.

Just want to thank everyone for nice words (to me and) to Dawg over the last few days. You’re awesome.

Do me a favor: Go watch a rerun. And have a great week.