Soooo typical, Dexter.

Why am I at home writing a blogpost instead of on the road, wedding dress in tow? Oh because Dexter got in a scuffle yesterday and woke up this morning with one half of his face looking like the freaking Nutty Professor.

Well, really, I'd still be here because Jim had to work part of today but: I'm going to be here later than I wanted because since we had to take Mr. Bully to the doctor this morning, all our last minute errands (Micheal's, King's Jewelers, Electric Beach Tanning) must be done after Jim gets back...so I sit here...waiting...contemplating...killing my cat.

Here's a picture of him under the bed where he's been since we got back from the vet. Because, get this: HE'S pissed at ME because I let the mean doctor give him a shot in his tush. Ungrateful child.

I'll miss you, baby!