So then, my crazy husband...
Happy fun Wessiepooh disappeared for awhile last night. I had taken a long nap and woke up to find he had departed. So I waited awhile and heard someone crashing up the stairs. The key fumbled around in the door, and Wessiepooh stumbled into the room, drunk as the proverbial skunk. The naughty Wilco, Ernst and Sherman went kidnapped the poor man and forced him to drink huge quantities of alcohol. For this, they will be punished.
It was a rough night, let me tell you, with a very sick little man, spending much time speaking to his best friend, the porcelain god. What should we do with this man? *argh*
Anyway, he wasn't doing too great this morning. But we went diving anyway. Silly silly wessiepooh.