Thursday, March 27, 2008

A ruffled mind makes a restless pillow.
Charlotte Brontë



Nick gets up each morning at the ungodly hour of 5 a.m. or even earlier. He is a golf professional and thus, must get to work in time for retired men to get an early tee time each day of the week. And then buy a polo shirt in the pro shop.

When he slips out of bed I usually am far too into slumber to realize it. He watches ESPN and eats breakfast in the living room then hops in the shower.

I have another nocturnal creature in the house who steals hair ties in the middle of the night, vomits in secret places and sticks her paws in the bathroom drawers to stir things up a bit.

So when this morning I heard a moving around in the bathroom, in my sleeping daze, I thought Bella was up to no good. Then I heard the faucet turn on...

I sat up quickly and thought outloud, "My goodness, why is Bella brushing her teeth?!"

Nick popped his head out of the bathroom and said, "It's because I lick my butt."

Oh, okay. I better get some more sleep.

2 comments:

Are You Willing to Change? said...

So funny! I've done the same thing before. I thought someone one was trying to get into my house one time, but it was just G getting ready to go fishing.

Jennifer said...

ryc: thanks for the comment! We're all well now, thank God!

 
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