Brian’s been hitting the bottle (and the catnip) all day long. He’s a hot mess. Look at him, he can’t even stand up straight.
So how has your St. Patrick’s Day been thus far?
It’s snowy here. Again. At work there was another delay; which was good because I have a cold and getting up early this morning with all of the Benadryl I took last night, it would’ve been impossible.
But I really should have just taken the whole day off because 1. I am sick. 2. when I cleaned the snow off of my car, I locked my purse, phone and keys in the car. And the engine was running. I was not pleased, Par for the course, my friends.
So, what is the saying? Feed a fever starve a cold? Or is it the other way? Seems like unless my throat is really bad or if I’m nauseated, I feed it. I feed it all. I’m gonna go eat some Skyline Chili Dip and maybe have a hot toddy in a bit.
I hope Brian didn’t kill the bottle.