Did Anyone See That Cat?

You know, the one that shit in my mouth?

Ouch. I have a colossal hangover. If my brain isn't bleeding, I'll be surprised. And just let me tell you, there's nothing, nothing, like being roused from a comatose slumber at 5:43am by a shrill puppy bark in one's ear. A puppy bark which, loosely translated, means get the fuck out of bed, you lazy, drunken lout, because I'm hungry and have to piss. At least I was able to get back in bed and grab an extra hour of sleep before Little Hellion pulled the comforter and sheet off me.

All I know is, Early Happy Hour™ with Steve America was rekindled in earnest since the birth of little Thunder. The night eventually turned into Late Happy Hour™ but it was good times. However, I'm paying for it now.

The Top 5 for yesterday is tardy, but should be up later.