This weekend was strangely eventful. Emphasis on strange. On Sunday morning, my head started spinning as soon as I opened my eyes. Not having attended a kegger the previous evening, I was
totally freaked slightly startled. So I trotted over to the ER — listing to the left all the way, like some broken shopping cart — and got diagnosed with “vestibular neuronitis” (aka vertigo, but without Alfred Hitchcock directing it.) Room-spinning-ness, nausea and stumbling? Hooray!
So I’ve been spending the past couple days taking it easy. Zoe has been right there with me, though she tends to class it up a bit. To demonstrate exactly how low we’ve both sunk on the “too lazy to…” scale, herewith; a video of Zoe so lazy that she doesn’t even bother to get up to drink out of her water dish. Enjoy!
What y’all missed after the camera stopped:
* me picking up the dead millipede that bought it today & I hadn’t noticed til then
* the big ol’ She-Ra belch ZoeB let fly. We’re nothing but class up in here, people. Posh with a capital P.