quintessential crowbar moment #539

what HP wrought. the prosecco begun at noon didn't help. neither did the shock of the Z surprise after she'd downed most of the prosecco and fallen down a flight of stairs. and also flung her way off the bed, sustaining various bruises that, as usual, i had nothing to do with. here shown conked out for a good 3 hours saturday afternoon, before waking up to scoff a pizza of her own and a half of mine