2006-09-24 19:12
My friend who is having the party today called about an hour
after I finished writing my last post. The snoring still emanating
from the bedroom prompted me to tell her what was up,"I have my cute little red dress on, and am washing the kitchen floor
to use my restless energy in a good way."
My inner focus: avoid feeling rage toward the sweet smiling guy
slumbering with happy purring Iggi curled up next to him. Even though
I am already dressed for the soiree!
"I'm not sure if we'll make it. Bob worked yesterday, and he loves
sleeping in on weekends"
She laughed! Then she told me folks were running late, and anytime we
came would be OK.
Twenty minutes later my neighbor friend who cooks for us came in with
armloads of groceries and announced tonight's dinner would be Chicken
Mole.
Bob finally got up about 3 o'clock. Like Iggi, it takes him another
40 minutes to fully awaken. He stretches and mumbles, "Oh yeah, we
were supposed to go to a party today..."
"Yeah", is my answer. I was done with the floor and lounged out on
the pillows in the living room reading my new book, CSS- The Missing
Manual.
Bob then flopped on the pillows and pet me and Scrappy.
Alls well that ends well. Who wants to prod a sleeping husband to go
to a party. I'd go myself, but I really wanted to spend time with
him. After all, he works all week.
Oh, the opossum! We never saw it again. It must have climbed out the
window that night. Not only huge, but clever too. I'll bet that's the
last time it climbs up that 4x4 into the "Den of Iniquity"!