I am awake because SOMEBODY shifted just-so, and now I will get to request backrubs all day. I think I should change the name of the blog to "Two Big Ole People in a Double Bed," as everything I think about for the first hour of the morning seems to be directly related to whether the Other Party encroached in an unreasonable manner.
Or maybe I could call it "I (Heart) the Other Party," and then everyone would think it was political and oppositional and would bash accordingly.
I can't keep up with the French postcards because I passed the "dead zone" of the late 40s/early 50s on Warcraft and am now on an Outlands-bound rampage. I don't know whether it's good or bad that the game has gotten interesting again so close to school resuming.
I'm almost done migrating my hate for the new curtains to really, really liking them. I even made Mike rub different parts of his body against the featherweight faux suede until he admitted that, yes, we totally should use them for soft summer blankets. That will be another post. I have another set to hang, which is scheduled to take place at the same time that Mike sews up a cushion on his side of the sofa. Remind me never to get another sofa with non-removable cushions, even if it's super comfy.
Bonnet and Comet are the featured living room hamsters this weekend. Dart (Sparrow) is, of course, always out here. She's the oldest-looking hamster I've ever seen. much more threadbare and "damp" looking than Minerva was at 2y5m. She looooves her peanut butter, though, and although there's some flailing and falling involved, she scoots around and into the hand like it's 2005. We're pretty sure she's one of those undead hamsters. No, really - if you saw her sitting still, you'd think "ancient little hammie, about to slip away in her sleep." Then she jumps up and follows you until pats or PB are delivered, maybe pausing to scramble around fruitlessly but eagerly in the wheel. Ancient little spoiled hammie - we love our girl.
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