Are you busy wrapping gifts and baking for Gail's and my first anniversary tomorrow?

MIlo here; I expect brass bands and balloons. Today was humiliating; a nauseating car ride, a manicure at the Humane Soc. and then Frontline. I threw up in the carrying case and then rolled in the driveway, making the gelled fur turn gray. “Take that, Gail,” I thought. But we’re still together.