Sara seems to be better now. She slept through the night as did I. Well that's not entirely true, spouse did one of his leg spasmy things in the bed and since his toenails are way overdue for clipping, it felt like he was cutting my foot with multiple razorblades. That woke me up and I protested with a heyyyyy, and then spouse responded in his sleep, "Don't hurt me!" I had to laugh a little. See a few days ago, when I went back to bed after getting up to pee, I thought spouse hadn't come to bed yet and I plopped myself back into bed and rammed my elbow squarely into his skull. I was as surprised as he was, though he was inordinately angry about it. How many days of I'm sorry does he want?
In other news, there is none. Though the weekend is largely chore committed, the sun is present and that just makes everything less onerous. The best part of yesterday was reading the paper sitting on the patio amongst the melting piles of ice and snow and soaking up the first rays of the season. Today our friend has promised poutine at Costco for helping pick up a recent purchase for him that won't fit in his car. Sounds like a great deal to me!
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Poutine - that word always sounds sorta sexual/vulgar to me.
Mrs Coffeedog yells at me when I get during the night to pee. Like I can control it. The more she gets mad, the more worked up she gets, then the harder it is for her to go back to sleep. I just lay there and giggle at her under the covers.
Okay, an elbow in the skull would wake me up too. But I sleep with a guy who made me change my blanket because the comforter was TOO LOUD. (Yeah, you read right.) The swishy noise it made—kinda like corduroy—was torture to his tender ears. This is the same man who wakens to the sound of bare feet on carpet. He has to have a white noise machine to sleep. It's a good thing I love him so much; otherwise I'd rustle my covers for spite.
Having worked in a factory that was very loud for many years, I hear the sound of a million crickets in my ears all the time and can't sleep without white noise.
So glad Sara is better. What a good doggie!
So the snow is melting, melting, what a world. Ed
I think Serge would propably wants you to genuflect and let him have it :p
Elbow in skull, razorlike toenails...
I've heard of rough sex, but this is a bit extreme!
I have a song for Serge, "Love is a Battlefield" -ha-ha.
I'm glad Sara is getting better. Poor baby.
Oh - from a post a few days back - go to "edit comments" and you should be able to respond to the writer - then save. (I'm on Wordpress - not positive about Blogger)
One night, a few years ago, Husband had been out drinking with friends and came home in the wee hours. He tiptoed about the room trying not to wake me, like all half-drunks do. It seems I sat upright in bed, pointed at him and shouted "Who. Are. You!?" like I was a ghost rising from a coffin, and scared the shit out of him. Then I lay back down and was asleep again. I have no memory of this.
Now, if he sneaks in late after a sesh, he sleeps on the couch.
Glad to hear Sara is feeling better.
I'm glad to hear Sara is feeling better! I suspect a day basking in the sun out back helped her too. We all need a bit of sunshine from time to time.
Hope you enjoy the poutine at Costco today!
-C
Nothing quite so embarrassing (or intriguing) as an injury sustained in bed.
I suppose there are good things about sleeping alone.
And Poutine for Costco? I don't know if that would be enough for me. Costco scares me. Costco on the weekend? Yikes.
You know it's time to trim your toenails when...
I'm glad to hear baby Sara is better. And that you all got some sleep, toenails and elbows aside-haha. Those types of night time adventures are funny, but mostly just AFTER the fact.
Yay for sunshine!
And yay for Sara getting better, too!
poutine...ugh. I see photos of that when Im in Toronto, and...well, EW.
Glad Sara's feeling better though!
HUGS...
I guess I'm a bit thick today, after a late night of blog-surfing after work...but what is "poutine"?
The amateur etomologist in me suggests maybe its some compression of "pouting about routine shopping"...but I guess since its Montreal, there's always a French possibility.
Probably I just need to spend more time in your archives...thankfully that's never a chore!
Happy Sunday and careful in bed, there, both of you!
Amateur Etomologist: Your definition is clever. Poutine is actually a Quebecoise concoction of greasy french fries and mild cheese curds topped with gravy. It's fattening, artery-hardening and absolutely delicious junk food.
It's surprising it never caught on big-time anywhere else - its components are so common. Altho apparently some chi-chi restos in NYC are now serving it up as a sort of exotic foreign dish.
Costco can offer it, as McDonald's here used to, but the best poutine can only be had at greasy-spoon diners out in the country.
Poutine yum-yum.
Sun equal less onerous. Good way of saying it. It's been very cloudy, cold and rainy here in New England the last few weeks. I'm aching for sun!
Isn't the first real day of sunshine just the best?!
I'm glad Sara and her pooper are better.
Glad to hear Sara is better. My pup had a thing about eating her toys, and I had to have the vet give her something to yack it up, and it gave her the hershey squirts for a few days, so I feel you pain.
I also have a story about putting the husband in a headlock in my sleep, heeheehee, oh the fond memories!
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