Anything better than a fun old-fashioned slumber party?

Captain, First Mate and Clark Griswold don’t think so.
I had three gal pals over to the mini manse in order to jump start my holiday spirit slump – and boy did it do some good for yours truly.
Not too long after one box of wine, we couldn’t figure out how to open the second…
So I thought it was the best time to bring out my homemade sangria, Pirate’s Punch, which consists of Fireball, Captain Morgan and red wine.
Upon proudly sharing my non-store purchased concoction, my friend Bex said “Tastes homemade.”
I made her drink it anyhow.
Typically a true party animal seeking to be the center of attention at all times, I knew my Tedstar was feeling low when I had to force him to take a selfie.
When it was time for the ladies to sleigh bell it to slumber in their own beds, I gave away pussies as parting gifts.
Saturday morning I was hoping to treat myself to brunch with sat-out-all-night-snacks but who wants room temperature carrots as hangover food?
While I was perusing an empty fridge, my Iowa twins were basking in the first snowfall of the year.
Being that they are almost four, this duo isn’t looking forward to the holidays, presents or Santa.
I for sure wasn’t excited to take Ted to the vet – worried that his sniffles may signify a worse problem than the common cat cold.
At the risk of sounding like an even bat shit crazier cat lady than I already am, I found TB’s little stuffed up nose and snot bubbles kinda cute.
I knew I was in for it on the way home after the vet because not only did he get shots of antibiotics but they also took blood as well, which is something that never thrills Ted E. Bear.
Dropping my pissy pussy off to pout the day away, I headed to my fave watering hole Dalts for a little happy hair of the dog.
I was only in the restaurant about 12 minutes before I inhaled a cheeseburger that I couldn’t eat fast enough but wanted to make last the entire day.
Heading home Saturday night to watch college football conference games, I was reminded where I was a year prior. The Big Ten Championship game in Indianapolis with Camo, The Silent Indian and Dada CBXB, cheering on my beloved Hawkeyes (who have had a less than stellar 2016 season BUT made it to the Outback Bowl – I’ll take it).
Funny thing is, although Iowa lost in the last two seconds of the game, it was still one of the best days of my life. As I prepped to watch Wisconsin play Penn State, I couldn’t help but connect with this sign during Game Day.
Sunday snuggles meant that somebody was starting to feel back to his old self.
After a day of rest and relaxation, the work week has started off guns blazing. Which is why I may or may not have Pirate’s Punch in my mug…
Here’s hoping there’s more snuggles than sniffles in your week.
Cheers!
CBXB

p.s. – Only 25 more days until Fuck Yeah 2017!
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Keep the positivity freight train rolling madly outta control for the rest of this year as it gains crazy momentum so it can wreck all over 2017 with nothing but crazy fun good times, immeasurable prosperity, and limitless warmth provided by family and friends. Rock On CBXB.
P.S. My lady and I went to see Trans Siberian Orchestra here in Little Rock last week and if you haven’t seen them yet, put it on your must do X-mas list for the future. I have been to a TON of rock shows and this was a top five for sure. All wrapped up in a hard rocking holiday music gift box with a limitless amount of lasers and light choreography and awesome stage energy. Great times for sure. Be well Jazz Hands
My sweet furry baby, he looks so sad. I hope he’s feeling better.
I just love you!!! ❤️❤️❤️❤️💋