The sound for the day is rain on the rooftop. It rained all throughout the night and woke me up a few times as it splashed down the gutters, one of which is near a bedroom window. Obviously too near the window for my sensitive nighttime super hearing powers. Most women have that power you know. Once we become mothers we get these HUGE bat ears out the side of our head that let us know everything our children are doing at night and for me those bat ears have never gone away.
Now instead of a child, I hear rain in gutters.
Rowdy is not hiding from the sound of rain above.
He knows his ball is under the hassock and he intends to lie there with his head beneath it until a human notices, takes mercy, and gets his ball out.
I think I'll make him wait just a wee bit longer.
Waiting builds character.
Bloody Marys were once again on the menu and when you don't have celery in the house (because I buy it but don't use it all and then have lots of limp celery in the veggie tray) you use a pepperocini. They are both green so it works for us. I think a big kosher dill pickle would work nicely too.
Oh, and how does she find the time to change her header so often?
She lives at her computer.
No magic involved.