Say, is that a beagle under your covers or are you just happy to–oh, wait. No, that’s a beagle.
Hrmph.
Good luck! Hope you find someone soon. Then dump his stuff on the lawn.
August West, you poor thing. I would have had to do the icky dance all day.
“Dammit!”
Said a few mornings ago when one of my cats knocked a fan over.
“Nnngh. Have to pee.”
To my boyfriend, to explain why I am squirming out of his arms and leaving the bed.
Whoosh
Clang, smile!
I will search eBay later, for another clock.
“Jessie” (my Yorkshire), can you wake me again in 30 minutes? Thanks.
“Didja want me to come upstairs naked?!?”
It was Quincy, to boot.