Linoleum isn’t so bad, as far as beds go. I’m referring to my kitchen floor, which might actually be something other than linoleum but I’m not sure.
My dog loves it when I follow him into the kitchen in the middle of the night, or is he following me? At any rate we get some eye to eye quality time together. He’s a sweet dog, very considerate, nibbling on the stray bits of kibble that get caught in my hair while I doze. How many people can you say would eat kibble out of your hair?
Is this why it’s called downward facing dog? I never thought about that before. It makes total sense now looking at Oreo in perfect pose.
My God are those alphabet refrigerator magnets under the stove? Jesus Christ, how long have those been under there? What the hell was going on in the kitchen? Where the heck was I? A baby, toddler, refrigerator magnets, a hot stove. What kind of mother are you?
I’m getting kind of hungry. Hey, what’s in that kibble? I gotta get to sleep. I’m losing my marbles. Their probably under the stove with all the other choking hazards.