Sssshhh.
Jul 15, 2005 Pheebs woke up this morning, needing to be changed (Bryan’s job). He got her butt all cleaned up, and then brought her back to bed with us. She laid there, with her eyes wiiiiiiiide open, and put her face in my face, and made little noises, as if to say, “If you think I’m going back to sleep, you’re delusional, momma. Let’s play, mmmkay?”
So I got up, and brought her out to the kitchen to get us each something to drink and get her a little snack. It’s been “Please, up!”, or “please, that!”, or “please, down”, or just “please, please, please!” furiously until I figure out what she wants. She’s crazy.
So I’m sitting here at the computer, and I can hear what either seems to be a) a pep rally going on or b) a fight between a woman and a dog or c) a fight between a shrill beast and something else.
It’s loud, and noisy, and I *think* there might be pom-poms involved. Why can’t people have pep rallies and fights at normal hours? Like midnight, or 1am? Because then I’m dead asleep and I can’t hear you, and it’s all good, and I won’t be forced to figure out which house is yours and key your car and throw eggs at your windows in passive-aggressive protest. Do you KNOW how HARD you’re making this on ME??
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