Everything is put away, all the guests are gone, and I am sitting here unwinding while watching the Fiesta bowl. I don’t know if it is just me, but when I walk around the house during the day when I have a ton of stuff to do, I just want to yell at the piglets to get off their asses and do something, the lazy bastards. All they do is weigh down my couches and bed and make sure I wash my sheets and blankets every week.
And then, on nights like tonight, I think the best thing in the world is just unwinding with a cup of tea, watching some football, and looking around the room and seeing two dogs sleeping on their respective couches and Steve sound asleep in his tower, and I think all is ok. I’ll never understand my married friends who wonder why I am not lonely- how do you get lonely with all these personalities around, all of whom need to be fed and try to kill themselves any time you give them the chance.
Oh, and here is Rosie, sound asleep on top of a pile of blankets that were washed and folded THIS AFTERNOON (with fabric softener to get rid of the dog smell) and then placed on the back of the double sized leather chair for guests who stay over, but she pulled them down, on top of the pillow y’all sent me tht she claimed as hers, and went all Princess and the Pea on that shit:
If you will notice, her eyes are open, because once she realized I was taking pictures, being a Jack Russell terrorist, she had to sit there for a while and decide whether or not she was pissed off or if I was going to make her do something she did not want to do. I, having known Jack Russell terrorists, stood at a distance like Marlin Perkins and just witnessed the situation lest I wreak havoc on the habitat and find myself under assault.