Barking Mad

Last night we went for dinner at one of Ry's co-workers. I ate WAY WAY WAY too much. After being such a health nut for the last little bit my poor tummy was in shock.

On the drive home I felt so gross - I actually wanted to throw up. As gross as throwing up is - it seemed like a good idea but I didn't actually do it.

We got home - and I brushed my teeth while clutching onto the counter - wanting to die. Ry commented that I really did look awful(thanks hon). Got into bed an found a comfortable position and did manage to fall asleep.

"arrf arrrrr arrrrff" something jars me awake. My heart is pounding as I try and figure out what scared me so bad. Whack comes an arm over at me. Ry is obviously having some weird dream barking like a dog and swinging limbs. I duck as the arm comes by again. I kick him and tell him to knock it off. My heart rate slowly returns to normal. I am stating to drift off when "arrf arrrrr arrrrff" Ry is barking in my face again. Scares the living daylights out of me. Of course now I am awake and have to pee so off I trudge to the loo. Back in bed I try and relax and I am just about asleep when "arrf arrrrr arrrrff" Ry the psycho dog is back. I give him a boot and a punch and tell him to knock it off. Then I begin the process of flip flopping in bed - waiting for the wonder mutt to start again and mad as stink that I am feeling gross and he is hogging the bed and barking in my face.

I did manage to get back to sleep but I was a bit grouchy this morning ;-)

Just got a call - sounds like J-man just did a #2 in tub again - gross - Lyyyyysol!