I woke up this morning when Mr. D. began stomping on the pillow and pawing my head. This is subtle feline code for "I want my breakfast".
It was quite sunny and I thought it must been quite late, so I got out of bed quickly, looked at the clock and saw that it was only 7:10. There's nothing like being up and about at 7:10 on a Sunday morning.
I look around the house and see a hundred things that need to be done. How long will I go before I think "screw this" and take a nap instead?
2 comments:
7:10!? you slept in!
mushrooms beat me to it!
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