Horribly. Not stated for dramatic effect. Horribly.
As my head was being achy and badly behaved most of yesterday, I was able to get a nap in before doing the midnight airport run to pick up darling Hope. Please rest assured, invisible dear one, that the dogs were able to get enough sleep, too, allowing them to lose their freaking minds when we came home with Hope in tow.
Lose their FREAKING minds. Not employing hyperbole for emphasis.
After being thoroughly sniffed by Tuppence Marie, Maddie Mae, Beagle Bailey AND Big Head Ted, we tucked Hope up in my room. [The guest area in the basement is overrun with donations for the 3-Day Walk yard sale and is not fit for human consumption.] Roommate and I had performed the world's fastest room-tidy/bedding change in history, so Hope did not have to be housed in squalor.
Don't judge me. I haven't been in the mood to tidy my room lately. Oh, like you're any better. Pfft.
Anyway. Roommate took both beagles and the terrier to her room and Big Head Ted and I camped out in the living room. I had blankets and a pillow on the couch, and I pulled over the enormous dog bed for BHT, so he could be close to me.
A total waste of time.
Big Head Ted, AKA Bed Hog Ted, decided that he needed to be on the couch with me. I would have been better off sleeping on the dog bed myself...no, Ted would have joined me there, too. Regardless, I woke up with another screaming headache. It was super.
Roommate and wee beasties got up around seven-ish and the dogs raced into the living room and clambered all over me. Mostly my head. Of course, mostly my head. After being shuttled outside to do their business, all four dogs felt the need to snuggle up with me as I lay on the couch, waiting for the Excederin to do its job and allow me to go to work. Again, super. Super. BHT pinned my lower legs, Bailey cuddled between my upper legs [yeah, he's a guy], Maddie laid alongside my side and Tuppence draped herself over my chest.
Yes. Over my chest. Claiming me as her own. If she had a flag, she probably would have planted it.
HRHTM: This is MY mommy!
Other dogs: Well....she's our Lisa Marie, too, you know.
HRHTM: Really? Do you have a flag?
[Thank you, Eddie Izzard!]
But I do need to be grateful, I do. It's not a migraine. It's just a headache. Btw,
Lisa Marie Translation Guide
Headache: a pain in the head, occasionally accompanied by nausea,
that can potentially ruin one's day.
Migraine: when the idea of taking a power drill and putting holes in
one's skull to relieve the pressure starts to seem reasonable.
In case you wondered.
Gah. Happy Saturday.