'Bring On The Night'
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, butt kicking, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
I was also late. I hit snooze every 10 minutes from 5 am - 8 am. I don't know what possesses me to do that. I should not have gone back to bed at 4am when I woke up.
ETA: What I really need is for someone to yell at me until I get up, I think. I don't even get up if the cat is poking me and meowing.
Ginger, is it okay if I share your confederate flag FB post on my page?
Yes, Lee. It's one of the rare posts I made public.
Thanks!
Just to add to the joy of the weekend, a vet appointment for Chumley involved words like 'palliative' and pretty much the vet outright said that there's little point in heroic measures. So we're pretty much in Kitty Hospice mode now.
Aw, Theo, I'm sorry. That's so hard.
Ah, poor kitty families.
Oh Theo, serial difficulties suck, and I'm sorry.
Yelling at people to get up is bad for my personal calm, and I won't do it. Because not only is it unrewarding for me (what do I get out of it?), but rather than thanks, I get curses and things flung at me. /teenaged boys. So, no thank you.
I have to say, in college I had the top bunk, and my roommate watched me climb over the foot onto the dresser, down onto the chair, walk across the room and turn off the alarm, cross back to the chair, to the dresser, and back into bed. I accused her of shutting off the alarm--I never remembered doing it. I still keep the alarm clock across the room because if I can shut it off from bed, I won't get up.
Also, previously mentioned teenaged boy's waking was put firmly in his own lap. He elected to find the loudest windup alarm clock, with the bells on top. We called it his cluck, because it didn't tick-tock, it clucked. And it worked, most of the time.
I'm sorry, Theo.
Ginger, that is an outstanding post.
Also, StY found his two-year-old tuxedo boy dead on the floor Saturday morning, and had to go to work. He couldn't leave him on the floor, and wouldn't put him outside because bugs, so he wrapped him in a plastic bag and put him in the freezer, and buried him when he got home from work. Macabre, but prosaic, my boy. He was so bummed because he rescued the kitty, and now he's thinking maybe the cat would be better off if he hadn't. Faulty thinking, but guilt won't be denied.