I have a little bit of a headache from a great last night. Doodle, Moosh, Philip, Tomis and I all went to the Rhinelander (where Tomis and I got married) for Oktoberfest. Beer, sausage, singing, beer, more singing and more sausage. Talk about a good night… and a precursor to a not so great morning haha.
When I got home last night I was wearing a hat made of balloons and a shirt with Spaten across the front. I called Guinness and turned him into a pillow then woke up four hours later with a blaring headache and a need for spaghetti. Tomis won a sausage eating contest so woke up with a stomach at war with itself. There was very little talking this morning.