What a pretty floofy squee!
Last night was the Night From Heck. I had just dropped off to sleep when Greg decided to play with one or both of his cars. All I could hear, of course, was the heavy bass thump-thump, no music. For an hour. It was enough. It was after 1800 when he finally went in but it was after 2000 before I was able to sleep. Then I began to cough and sneeze. Have you ever sneezed in your sleep? It’ll wake you up for sure!
I hope I’m not coming down with something. That wouldn’t be good at this time. I’ve accumulated some things that I needed at the time I got them, but won’t need them again for a while, so I need to pack them.
And I need to rearrange the area where the birds are so they aren’t in the draft. They are in a flight cage, so the bookcase had to be moved to the bedroom, and now I have to rearrange that room to clear a path to the window. State law. But who’s watching?
It should be illegal to put that much cuteness into one package!