She's still sick? What the...?
It's now starting to affect my treat distribution. I am planning a revolt. This is getting ridiculous.
You may or may not hear from me the rest of the week...not because I'm farting in her face (clearly not working to heal her) or cuddling (I'm sorry, but her greasy hair and eye-crusties turn my stomach), but because I will be rallying the troups to overtake the house.
The trouble...who are my troops?