Mom is disturbing me two times every night. That stupid ringy dingy thing makes noise and she shoves me and then herself outta the bed and shuffles off to Buffalo or somethin'. ALL *I* know is I am rudely hurled from the bed (Yeah. I am. Don'tcha believe me?) And she herself exits, after trying in vain to reach the ringy dingy thing over my supine and divine sleeping body to make the clanging stop. All told, we are both us both up two times and we have some work to do with brovver. After that, we go back to bed and become immobile. We stay up after the last one, so I can have breakfast and she can have a few moments with you.
I'm having to do the typing as she is slumped in the chair. Sheesh!
Yesterday's Sunpuddle right next to where brovver was sitting. Ahhh