But last Friday made the whole month suck. Blow chunks. Bite the big one. Just fucking awful.
I had to put Nigel to sleep.
|So now I no longer have my photography interrupter.|
|Or my hilarious comparison tool.|
|Or my obliging baby knits model.|
|Okay not always obliging, but definitely indulging.|
|Or my automatic, lap warming, snuggle buddy.|
|Or my blogging buddy.|
I fucking hate this month.