I was petting little Reggie today, and rubbing his cute little cheeks and giving him kisses, when one of his whiskers broke off. I pulled at another one and it came out pretty easy, too (though Reggie got annoyed.)
Anyway, that sweet little guy has been sleeping with me lately, cuddling up underneath me like a little furry pillow. I think somehow I got a whisker up my nose, and that is what fucked me up so bad the other day.
ALSO: Last night I drank some milk from our fridge that was clearly bad, even though it had a June 5th expiration date. I don't need to go into the details of what followed last night, but I've felt sick as hell all day today as a result.