Another Day

Please tell me why the phone rings or "dings" indicating a text message when I have just allmoosst gone to sleep?  Is there some sort of indicator in my body that lets my phone know EXACTLY when to get my attention?  Or, maybe a diabolical plan within the circumference of our universe that stops me from warming my pillow during the day?  It is amazing to me how this happens.

On the other hand, "WEEN" can sleep any time, any way, any place.  She is so good at sleeping that she can sleep right through the smell of hamburgers crisping in the pan, or chicken "dancing" in the skillet, or yogurt being heaped into a clunky bowl for a healthful, nutritious breakfast that I 'HAVE' to eat daily.  

Noise is another issue with her.  NOTHING passes those ear drums.  ABSOLUTELY NOTHING!!!  She can hear a gnat "pass gas" at 30 yards.  If I use the word "GO" or the equally important word "CHICKEN" she is in the living room faster than an eye blink. She is truly an anomaly, and more fun than cotton candy.  Her snoring; don't get me started.

I actually consider Ween a wonderful gift from God.  She makes me laugh.  She makes me cry. She loves to snuggle with her having belly rubs first thing in the morning.  If that doesn't happen due to "MY FAULT" then look out.  She will surely indicate her displeasure in some way.  Ripping apart something or even worse, leave her "oopsies" on the floor, right in front of the door so I won't miss it.

She's very good at snorting her displeasure especially when I tell her no.  She doesn't like that word at all.  Come to think of it - neither do I.  She's a lot more like me than I thought.  We could possibly deserve each other.  She's busy holding down the bed right now, and guess who is not.  Yep, that would be me.