Sunday, March 20, 2016

adult easter baskets should always have booze

My head is aching. I'm exhausted and can barely form legible sentences. It's been a long week in our household. Alfred has been howling around 2:30am every night, Tucker has had diarrhea and has been having accidents in the house (the largest dog diarrhea I've ever seen), and hubs has been sick. He's been coughing all night long making noises that I can only imagine sounds like what a stegosaurus would sound like as it wails in pain during its final moments. 

adult easter baskets should always have booze. 

I gave Mike his Easter basket early today because he's going to be away at a bachelor party this weekend during actual Easter. Easter baskets are a tradition that I hesitate to give up, simply because I really enjoy compiling gifts in basket form. I'm not sure what it is about the basket that I love so much, but it's like a compilation of awesomeness all neatly packed into an easily carryable device. What's not to love? 

It's 8:30pm and I'm in bed, completely ready to pass out. For someone who has had some serious issues falling asleep in the past, I don't know whether I should consider this a good thing or just consequences of my serious sleep deprivation from the week. Someone think happy thoughts for me that no dogs have diarrhea or decide to howl in the middle of the night...and that my husband's pterodactyl cough doesn't keep me up all night. 

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