Chip has had a relapse of the stomach flu I thought he was done with, and I feel like we have a newborn in the house. I’m up every 2-3 hours at night and I constantly smell like puke.
Yeah, I know, “me me me.” Of course Chip is sad too, but hell… he can get his own blog.
Oh great, look at that. The cat is yorking too. Hmmm. At least no one stepped in it.