Last Friday after work, I met Sweety and some friends of ours at Chili's (where it's always happy hour! woo hoo!) After staying there for a few hours we came back to our house.
As far as Tiny and Stinky were concerned, it was like Christmas in February. New people means more hands to pet them and more open beers around to thieve from. One thing Tiny has in her favor is not weighing so much that she will wake someone up if she wants to dig around on their person looking for treats.
A few moments after that photo was taken the beer was dislodged and emptied onto the carpet.
Tiny took the spilling as an opportunity to lap up all she could before she was shooed away. You can't see her but she's hiding under that chair just waiting for another chance to hit the bottle again.
That was also the night that I drank the nastiest drink ever. Diet Hawaiian Punch mixed with Tequila. Sweety'd been making our drinks and using vodka but he didn't have enough left for two drinks. I told him to give me mine with tequila and let our company have the vodka. It tasted like socks that had been used to wipe a skunk's butt. It was two great tastes that did not taste great together.
Usually when we go out we do it on a Saturday night. I think I prefer Friday night instead because I can get toasted if I want to and I don't have to get up and go to work the next day. We slept in til about 1 on Saturday and then just slothed around the house all day.