How is it every dress I own manages to cover one breast, tops?

Woke up with dragon breath, theirs not mine. They don't seem interested in the mint leaves I leave lying around.

Uncomfortable seating arrangements leave me numbed. Keep being advised to lay back and think of Westeros. Imagining them as dragon toys.

There is nothing so entirely gross as taking care of three scaly toddler acting dragons with the sniffles. No tissues large enough.