Ok, so it is 10:30 pm and I should already be sound asleep. But I'm not because I got home just an hour ago from rushing Wiggles to the ER. Hubby got off work early today, came over to my mini house to pick up a DVD and let Wiggles come home with him. I go to pick her up. She comes in the house through the doggy door and falls on her face. I figured she was just clumsy. Then she keeps slipping and falling on the wood floor. Still didn't think anything of it. I walk with her outside to get on the golf cart and she is wobbling and falling all over the place. Seems after calling hubby freaking out thinking she is having a stroke, that dumbass, piece of shit, braindead, stupid mother f*cker confessed that he let her drink a whole bottle of beer. She was drunk as a skunk. Vet had me give her some hydrogen peroxide so she would throw up. And she has a vicious case of diarreah. But she was well hydrated and her heart rate was fine and actually, while we were there at the clinic she started running around. So, I'm now at home with another big vet bill on my credit card, sleep deprived and Wiggles is sleeping soundly next to me. I stopped at the cash machine and withdraw tons of cash for the bond I am going to need after I am arrested for going over to hubby's house tonight and smashing his head in with my cast iron frying skillet while he is sleeping.