I’m at the beach for another Caturday. Life is hard.
As I pre-write this, it’s Friday morning and I’m rushing around like an idiot trying to pack (why do I never do this before the day I’m leaving?) and get ready for work and get to work early and drink all the coffee. Meanwhile, Ralphie is heaving something up in the bathroom. Cool, man. Cool.
Weasel has been acting like a jerk and a half since Ralphie got her haircut. I can’t decide if she’s jealous or just a total turd, but she was up until like 3am this morning just trolling around. And now while the rest of us prepare for our days on minimal sleep due to her reign of terror, guess who’s back in bed?
Anyway, their babysitter this weekend is a meat eater so I can only assume they’re all sitting around eating burritos as we speak. Go nuts, kids.