The Italian Hangover

Okay, so yesterday was my anniversary. I woke with a smile, remembering our vows. I kept my eyes closed as I got lost in sweet kisses. Wet kisses, very wet kisses, morning breath that should be addressed, and then I opened my eyes, sighed, and tried to remove the dog from my face. I had no idea he'd be so into celebrating the anniversary of the day I married the human. Who knew? After that, everything is but a memory. See, we decided to go to Carrabbas Italian Grill to celebrate. Then we were gonna come home, have a few drinks, and I was going to work on a few projects. Instead, we ended up asleep. Totally stuffed with Italian goodies. How sad is that? So, I'm behind again and a little hungover from all the food. Ah, good times. Tell me what you're up to? What did I miss while I was lost in a cannelloni dream that turned out to be more of a memory?