Still in a recovery mode from the stomach flu, my Nashville weekend was tame compared to my typical shenanigans.
As I found myself shooting back the pink stuff, my dad was able to carry on the family tradition of touchdown moonshine shots on college game day.
In lieu of my typical Saturday tailgating treats, I knew I was almost fully recovered when cookie dough was my snack of choice.
While perusing social media in between college football games, I came across the most loving gesture that a man could do for his girl…
While it’s no surprise that this vino loving gal is cray cray over cats, it seems as if my nephew Prince B is also taking a shine to all things feline.
Speaking of the furry little love of my life, Teddy had a small little sore (we’re talking barely visible) on his ear that he managed to turn into a full on gaping wound yesterday, as he couldn’t leave it alone.
After freaking the fuck out about it (and emailing his vet), I hunkered down on the couch and hovered over him with a watchful eye (like any
crazy good cat mom would do).
I wanted to be sure to get all of the happy snuggling in before I risked my life by lassoing a cone around my bear (which forces him to walk backward AND makes it impossible not to get kernels of his $60 food stuck in crevices – how embarrassing).
Here’s hoping my eyes aren’t clawed out by the end of this week…