2/10/2009
When I die, my obituary is going to say: Bill Loytty. Got thrown up on a lot.
Today’s winner of the “throw up on Daddy” contest is (drumroll please…) Izzy! She’s pitiful.
I can tell she’s really sick (I mean, other than by picking the chunks out of my hair) because she’s just lying in bed next to the computer in the attic sleeping, and usually she’s running all over the place. I hope she feels better soon, she can’t keep anything down, so I’m afraid she’ll get dehydrated..